Butterstick

It would have been sad indeed if we lived so close to DC for so long and never once got to see Butterstick (a.k.a "Tai Shan") before leaving. And so it was that we found ourselves maneuvering through the crowds of tourists to catch a glimpse of His Cuteness.

The day started out fine with one last trip to the Waverly Farmers' Market to take pictures, smell the smells and bask in the memories. Then we made our way to Hampden to enjoy one last meal at Golden West. K had it all planned out: We'd order her two favorite dishes, the Breakfast Burrito and the French Toast.

Only they were out of toast.

Despite this setback, we still managed to gather up the strength to drive to DC and park illicitly in Mt. Pleasant. One last time with the Golden Lion Tamarinds. One last time not seeing the Orangutans climbing the ropes over head. And off to the panda exhibit to see them sleeping. Just sitting there.

Man.

We decided to take a walk and come back, reliving memories of zoo trips past. These last few weeks before The Big Move have been filled with last times. We'd probably been to the National Zoo more times than is normal for a couple without kids, but we always had fun. One of the perks of living in Baltimore is being so close to DC.

And then we saw the Pandas again, and they were awake. Oh. My. God. He's jumping, running, falling off of things, bouncing around like a happy little poofball. Not a bad way to end our last zoo trip.