Countdown to Big Weekend in DC

AIMEE: It’s 6:20AM. “You should probably be leaving in 5 minutes,” I hear coming from under the covers. My train to DC leaves at 7 and I’m still in my Upper West Side apartment, partially dressed, partially packed, and entirely sure it will be a miracle if I get to Penn Station more than a minute and a half before the train pulls out of the station. Yes, I’m one of those people always running and knocking people out with my duffel bag, every time. “6:25!” Drat! Ok, ok, I’m going, I’m going. Always late, always, always late. I’ll see you next from DC!

Countdown to Big Weekend in DC