Daughters Of The Revolution like creepy dolls

NOTE: I wrote this post back in December sometime, saved the draft so I could attach the picture, and then got busy with other things. It is January now, but better late than never.

Yesterday was one of those super nice days where, despite the intermittent rain, it was 60 degrees outside, which is always appreciated at this time of year. At least by yours truly, as we all know David is insane and was dissapointed he didn't get snow. Weird, right?

He found out about an open house at the Daughters of the Revolution headquarters, and since they advertized free refreshments, I tagged along. I had other incentive, because we also met up with Christina, a friend of his from college who has a super cool job in the government getting pro-environment bills passed. We walked through the ellipse past the White House Christmas Tree, which is decorated with a hair-net of lights, which is kind of weird and funny looking, but whatever. I still like christmas trees, regardless of how badly they are lit. The DAR headquarters is in a beautiful historic building just down the street from the White House, so getting a chance to look around was cool. In the center was a huge library where they have all of their massive collection of geneology, and a few choirs took turns with the Christmas carols. One group was a foursome of women, and I noticed one was reading her lyrics from a choirbook in braille. I found that fascinating, and wonder if she was just reading lyrics, or do they have notations for music also written in braille?

The office rooms located all around the building have been "sold" to various states, who come in and decorate the rooms with historical furniture. I don't know why. But some of the old wall papers and rugs were pretty awesome. Upstairs they have what they call the "Children's Attic", and the docent there was very excited to tell me that the room had been decorated for Christmas by showing a childhood fantasy of all the old dolls having a Christmas tea party, because, you know, after everyone goes to sleep the dolls come to life and have a tea party. Of course, being fully aware that after the tea party the dolls were going to go on a murderous rampage and kill everyone in the house, I got out of the room while the going was good. As if any doll isn't evil enough, these were all 150 years old with matted hair and fading face paint and totally looked like zombie dolls that just wanted to eat brains. That docent was on crack or something, very, very creepy.

They also had door prizes, and we were confident we were going to win...and we did! Well, Christina did, which was close enough. She got a spectacular not-to-be-forgotten official Daughters Of The Revolution coffee mug. David and I were very supportive. (And happy we didn't have to carry home yet another mug to a home where no one drinks coffee, although they do sometimes come in handy for dipping cookies into milk.)

Afterwards Christina took us to this awesome little restaurant she knew that uses all farm-fresh food and stuff. We had to wait like an hour to get in, but boy was it worth it. All the food was delicious, and I can't wait to go back and try some of the other things on the menu.