It’s been 7 years since I lived near Washington D.C. and started this blog. It’s been a busy chunk of time. Lots of new adventures; travel, food, life.
But in a strange bit of irony, the weekend of this anniversary, I found myself back on familiar ground.
I hadn’t planned to be in our nation’s capital on a blog anniversary; sometimes you just get a wild hair to jump on a red-eye and spend a weekend a few time zones away from home. The timing was incidental.
As I look around the city I left, so much has changed – and yet everything seems to remain the same.
Ever since coming here as a child on summer vacations with family, there are things that time just never touches. For example, one of the strongest memories I have of D.C. is the smell of the Metro…
And no, I’m not talking about the aromatherapy smells that the Metro experimented with earlier this year. This is more of a mechanical type of smell: combine a garage with an air-conditioning repair shop with just a dash of…something. It’s not unpleasant. Actually, I look forward to it. It’s a familiar scent that reminds me of happy summers and family.
Hey – some people equate home with apple pie. Me? The Metro. Who knows why these things happen.
But that’s Washington. History is revered and preserved. Memorials are right where you left ’em the last time you were here.
Local or tourist, even if you’ve seen the monuments or memorials a hundred times, there’s always a new angle to see, new perspectives to consider.
Sometimes you’re lucky to wake up early enough to feel like you have the city mostly to yourself.
But when the city gets going, it makes it presence known.
Sometimes, though, you forget where you are and what you’re looking at. For example – this is the not White House.
THIS…is the White House.
Yes. This mistake actually occurred. I confused the White House with the Treasury building. Although to be fair – it was nighttime (this picture was taken the next evening), we had been up for nearly 24 hours on 4 hours of sleep, and I was slightly disoriented. Hey…they both had flags and columns. It’s an easy enough mistake to make. Except for maybe the way-more security in front of the actual WH. I suppose that was kind of a hint….
Such a rookie mistake.
D.C. is a fun city to watch morph from day into night….
And although I love walking the grounds during the daytime –
There’s something magical about the way the city comes alive at night….
Nick could have spent more time in the light tunnel at the National Gallery of Art:
Long, long ago I spent a brief portion of my life in the Midwest; Kansas City, Missouri, to be exact. It was my first move away from Arizona, which resulted in a whole slew of homesickness-related issues (let’s just say that Kleenex had a stellar year). And as I left, exactly 14 months after arriving, I swore that I would never return, never, ever, ever again.
Fast forward 20 years.
When Nick and I discussed where would spend our third anniversary, we decided use the trip to continue our Baseball Stadium Tour tradition of the past two years (Seattle last year, Denver the year before). We’ve visited all the stadiums in the west, so that meant Texas or the Midwest was next. Wait…the Midwest. Didn’t I live there before? How did I never go to a baseball game in Kansas City? Oh, that’s right. I was busy being miserable and homesick. Well, what else did I miss out when I was there?
It was time to find out.
I know Kansas City is one of the top barbecue destinations in the US (if you don’t believe me check it out HERE). But just how good needed to be tested….
several times before determining that yes, Kansas City has some of the best barbecue that I’ve ever had in my life (sorry, Texas).
This year’s anniversary trip gave me not one but TWO baseball stadiums to add to my list. The first, naturally, Kauffman Stadium. And lucky me! The Royals were taking on the Angels that day.
Also known as “The K”, Kauffman Stadium was opened back in 1973 and underwent a renovation back in 2009. The two biggest eye-catchers in the stadium are easily the beautiful back-field water feature:
and their MASSIVE scoreboard:
The other stadium I managed to put a check-mark next to, was across the road a-ways in St. Louis; Busch Stadium!
Housed in beautiful red brick, the St. Louis Cardinals are one of the oldest National League teams (founded in 1882 as the St. Louis Brown Stockings) but with a new stadium that just opened in 2006. The stadium sports a gorgeous view of the St. Louis skyline, is 4-tiers tall, and has an adjacent “Ballpark Village” area complete with food, museum, and rooftop viewing of the game.
Interesting fact – the Cardinals are the first team in nearly 100 years to win a World Series Championship in the inaugural season of a new ballpark.
The stadium is also built partially on the site of their old stadium. “Ballpark Village” is built on the rest of the old site.
So there’s stadiums number 12 and 13 down. Almost to the half-way mark!!
In addition to barbecue, Kansas City is known for being one of the greatest jazz cities in the world. As one website put it, “While New Orleans was the birthplace of jazz, America’s music grew up in Kansas City.” And indeed, I learned too late of the great venues in KC where the booze and blues flow freely. This time around, I made sure to check out as many as possible.
At the legendary, The Phoenix, we enjoyed Saturday Jazz Brunch….
We were steered towards The Majestic for their fabulous steakhouse fare, but struck gold when we found out that not only did it house a jazz club, it was downstairs in the building’s original speakeasy hideout!
Our last night in KC, we stumbled upon this nondescript looking door downtown that led to a luscious, red velvet, retro cocktail lounge. Like stepping back in time, with no cover, doors open until 3am, and a jammin’ quartet in the middle of the room, The Green Lady Lounge easily made the top of the list and fulfilled all of my jazz and blues wishes…
(at least, until we get to New Orleans….but that’s a trip for another time)
A few other highlights:
Overall our visit to the midwest was wonderful. Nick got to play with some new toys:
…and died of dysentery on the Oregon Trail
I enjoyed one little “beer” in the lively Westport area of Kansas City….
And saw where it came from in St. Louis….
We drove past national landmarks:
and walked through local..
We also tried our hand at badminton….
But something tells me we tried playing with the wrong equipment.
Overall, these 5 days in Missouri more than made up for anything I feel I might have missed the first time around. Although cleaner, kinder and slower-paced than what I’m used to in La-La Land, I’m still not sure that I’d ever move back there again.
But then again…I’ve learned my lesson about saying “never” now, haven’t I?
She’s always buzzing just like Neon, neon… …Who knows how long, how long, how long She can go before she burns away*
If you simply drive too quickly through the intersection of Brand and Caruso in the city of Glendale, CA you might do a double-take, trying to figure out why there’s a girl diving off a building into the deep blue sky.
But if you fail to stop and explore this amazing building, you’ll miss one of the most unique and amazing museums in the area: the Museum of Neon Art.
The neon lights may be bright on Broadway, but it turns out that Los Angeles was once the neon capital of the world. At the MONA, you can learn all about the history of neon in Los Angeles, and check out the pieces they’ve rescued and recovered from all over the area. Started in 1981, MONA has inhabited several locations before finally coming to rest in Glendale. The walls are covered in a wide variety of signs. Most are working; but some are beyond repair, leaving you wistfully imagining what they must have looked like in their glory days.
The MONA has made it their mission to collect and preserve these glowing jewels of the metropolis, displaying them for you to enjoy. There’s also a lab on premises designed to encourage the education of the craft with on sight demonstrations and classes.
It’s a colorless, odorless, inert gas…so what is about the glow from a neon light that evokes such a wide variety of feelings? Is it nostalgia: do we think about days gone past when streets were lined and lit with signs for everything from motor oil to the corner market, and think it was a simpler time?
Or perhaps it’s comfort in the familiarity of a light that reminds us of places we frequent the most…
Maybe we’re enamored in the artistry: it’s more than a picture, but not quite a sculpture….
Or maybe it’s just plain fascination about a sign that glows. Science meets magic, as it were…..
My friend Mollie actually turned me on to the awesomeness of neon signs. I mean, they were always been around…usually lighting the way to the nearest dive bar for me to haunt. But one night, as I watched her snap pictures around the skyline at the Baltimore Inner Harbor, she explained the beauty and magic she saw in a neon sign; and how much she loved capturing that on camera. Seeing what she saw through her lens, I found a greater appreciation for them from then on.
The museum may not be very large, but it is filled with interesting anecdotes, history and awesome, beautifully lit signs.
So if you find yourself blowing some bucks at The Americana, take a break from the glitz and glamour of shopping and take a walk through history at the Museum of Neon Art. If you’re able to linger a bit after dark, be sure to check out the pieces that come to “light” nearby.
By the way, MONA also hosts Neon Cruise nights through Hollywood and DTLA; so if you can’t get enough of the lights inside, jump on the bus and see what else the city has to share! Hopefully I’ll see you there!
PS…Mollie….don’t forget your camera! 😎
The Museum of Neon Art is located at 216 S Brand Blvd in Glendale. Learn more about the museum HERE!
*“Neon” by John Mayer (lyrics by Douglas Clay Cook / John Clayton Mayer)