US Open Wrap-Up

First of all, my US Open wardrobe (all shirts provided by Polo, with the US Open 2011 logo in the corner):

Sunday: I had enough energy to attempt looking cute.

Hair scarf, skinny black pants, and TOMS.  I got some

weird looks on the golf course - I think I looked a little

too Seattle for their liking.

 Monday: Didn't know these shorts had gotten too big

so I was hiking them up all day because there are no 

belt loops.  Also, the navy shirt has a kelly green collar.  

 Tuesday: Hadn't washed my hair in 4 days.  I didn't have

strands left, it was just one big chunk of greasy hair.  I had the

potential to make this look cute, but I was freezing all day and

had become very fatigued at this point.  Light pink shirt

and olive colored skirt; I was worried that the skirt wasn't close

enough to my knees and that I would get in trouble on the golf course.

Wednesday: Last day on the course - can you tell?  First of

all, these pants look like culottes and I'm giving them away 

after realizing that on this trip.  The Carolina blue polo

was a highlight of my week until I put it on - not flattering; 

hence, the jacket over top.  

Thursday: sight-seeing with Blaire, Thomas, and Grandma Gornik

 Little T taking photos of Lincoln.  He was REALLY into

good ol' Abe - he kept saying that Abe should be on the 

dime instead of the penny because he's worth more than a penny.

Ha!

 Just the spot where MLK Jr. gave the "I have a dream" speech.

No big deal.

 Little T and Blaire

 Just walking

 Me, Little T, and Blaire in front of the Washington Monument.

Family photos like this seem to always look a bit awkward.

 WWII Memorial

 A little metro

 Coming out of the "bowels of the earth" as Grandma G

called it.

Loved these signs.

So that's all the photos from the week.  I already posted about my travel traumas so you can just know that I am finally home and REALLY happy about it.  The weather in Seattle is awful and I don't care.  Also, I found out that one of my final papers was pushed back a few days later than I thought - never bad news.  

Last night, I couldn't hold my eyes open past 8 o'clock; literally it felt like I was on drugs.  I couldn't walk straight or stand up easily; I was quite wobbly.  I went to bed and woke up around 6am.  Not ideal, but whatever.  It was so nice to sleep in my own bed in my city in my apartment with my hubby and my kitty.