I didn’t realize that the DCA hotel we stayed at was close to The National Mall in Washington D.C. If I had known, I would have left the hotel earlier and done a little tourism, maybe hit the Smithsonian or something like that. Instead, I tried to sleep in. I think I made it until a little after 07:00.
I had an early lunch at an Ethiopian hole-in-the-wall restaurant called Dama, very close to the hotel. They have the best food! The first time I ate there, I went with a flight attendant who was originally from Ethiopia, and she told me that Dama is very authentic. The restaurant is buffet-style, so I don’t even know what was in the dishes that I ate. I do know that they were very different and very delicious! They brought me some flatbread which had a sour taste to it, and the best way I can describe the texture would be to take a bite out of a dryer sheet. Not my favorite surface, but still delicious!
The rest of the morning and early afternoon, I was pretty lazy. The walk to and from the haircut was about 3 miles, round trip. I needed a nap. Regretfully, I was sucked into stupid judge shows and even The Maury Show. It never ceases to amaze- the guests on these shows are such idiots! I’ve only seen a couple episodes in my life, so don’t judge me.
One of my crashpad roommates was actually once on The Maury Show. I haven’t seen the episode, but another roommate told me that he (the roommate who was on the show) was arguing with his girlfriend and was denying that he was the father of her child. He thought this because even though the baby was healthy, the child had been born prematurely. He thought one of his babies could never be premature, and therefore concluded that she had cheated on him with another man. Anyway, the whole story was made up, and the show even gave these actors money for their appearance.
Now I am sitting in the airport in Omaha, Nebraska. When we landed here, they told us that we had an unscheduled aircraft swap. Instead, they gave us a plane that doesn’t fly. At the moment, it’s being fixed. So who knows when we’ll leave or where we’ll end up tonight. It’s anybody’s guess.