road trip to georgetown.

I mentioned to my friend Lindsay just last week that some of the best cupcakes in the world are in Georgetown.

I mentioned that they are even worth a road trip.

“Let’s do it!” she said, and she made good her word today.

Because, you know, a lot of people talk about things and then life is busy and those things don’t actually happen and I get that, I really do. But, sure enough, later in the week Lindsay texted me with three possible days to take a trip down to Georgetown and sample those cupcakes.

It’s really going to happen!, I thought, excitedly, as I told her Saturday should be perfect.

So Lindsay, Collin, their seriously adorable baby Senya, and I piled into their car and drove South. And then we proceeded to go to town. Literally. And specifically, Georgetown. The place has its own kind of magic with cobblestone and these buildings that are so wonderfully old and made of good and lasting materials like varying shades of brick and stone. We found Georgetown Cupcake and soon joined what felt like half the population of DC in a line that wrapped around the building and then some.

And then we talked and tried to keep a straight face as the person directly behind us popped up in surprising proximity to one or another of us. I’d look to my right and find her just an inch from my shoulder, staring. Or she’d be shimmied up close to Lindsay. Or she’d be shimmying up the telephone pole that was right in the middle of where we were standing, and I’m not even kidding. At that point, it got a little difficult not to laugh, I have to admit.

And then we sampled some of the most delicious and road-trip-worthy cupcakes ever. Good thing, too, because I was starting to get nervous that I’d built them up in my mind and maybe they weren’t as good as I’d thought and here I’ve gone and made my friends road trip with their brand new baby just to eat a tolerable cupcake when the world is full of tolerable cupcakes, many of them not so many miles away.

But no need to worry; they were amazing. We got six and spent the day splitting them between us. Unfortunately for Collin, his two picks were the least favorites of mine and Lindsay’s. Or maybe that was actually just good planning on his part, cause now that I think about it, he did get to finish those two cupcakes all by himself. If that was the case, well played, Collin; well played.

And then we found a little park with stone pillars that were intertwined with the branches of a circle of trees, and, after talking under that shade for a while, Collin pointed out this little guy.

He was hanging right above us and he might have been listening to our conversation or he might have sensed that we were the kind of people who were traveling with cupcakes, but whatever the case, he was a wonderful addition to our party.

*not pictured here, but just as adorable and memorable as the raccoon (if not more!), was the swarm of gnats as well as the bust of Francis Scott Key. Just didn’t want them to feel left out, since they were also fixtures of the park, you know.

But the day was, quite simply, perfect.