I’m somewhat obsessed with architecture (well… certain kinds
of architecture), and I love wandering around with my camera and pretending
like I know what the hell I’m doing with it.
So, I decided to go explore the National Cathedral today on my day
off. I went once a long time ago on a
date, and I didn’t bring my camera because I knew I would want to take
23085320423092374234 pictures, and I didn’t want to look like that big of a
dork (…on our first date. If it went
well, he had plenty of time to learn how much of a dork I am…). Ever since, I’ve wanted to go back, but the
behind the scenes tour that we did is only offered on weekdays. Today seemed like an excellent day to return
and take all the pictures I wanted to without judgement.
Driving in DC terrifies me, so the trip to the Cathedral was
anxiety filled, to say the least (and, literally, I was on one road). I managed to survive, parked in the garage,
and excitedly ran up the stairs to the church.
I had a fantastic day.
My tour was just me and two other people, and I spent a long time when it
was over wandering around the nave, small chapels, and crypt level. Gorgeous.
Stunning. Amazing. I had a wonderful time walking around, and
took a ton of pictures. I went back
outside and wanted to check out the gardens and get some pictures of the back
of the church where the flying buttresses were free standing and different from
the sides of the church (look at me with all my architectural knowledge). It was pretty warm today, so I headed back to
the garage to dump my coat, but…. I couldn’t find my car. Like.
At all. The entire garage when I
got down the stairs looked ridiculously different, and I didn’t even have a
clue where my car could be.
Um. What?
I walked back up the stairs and looked around to make sure I
hadn’t taken the wrong ones.
Nope. Only one set of
stairs leading down to the garage. I
walked down them again, and everything still looked insanely different. Is this some kind of joke? Did the entire garage somehow change while I
was on my tour? How long had I been
inside that freaking cathedral?! I was
seriously BEYOND confused. The garage
was completely different, and my car was gone.
I sat down back upstairs in front of the church and tried to figure out
wtf was going on, but didn’t really get anywhere. I felt like I was in an episode of Seinfeld…
only their problem was everything looked the same. My problem is that everything looked
different.
I eventually gave up and wandered over to the gardens. I think I was just hoping that everything
would magically fix itself when I got back.
The rose bushes were all in bloom, so there were lots of pretty flowers to
take pictures of, although the strong wind make it a little difficult. After a while, I was tired, hot (because I
was still dragging my damn coat around), and feeling slightly panicked because
WHERE THE HELL IS MY CAR?!
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