Don't Be a Brat, Slinky. That's My Profession.

The thing was, when Kennedy was allowed to do things like make reservations by herself, what you ended up with was a room at the Beacon and her being slightly annoyed that she hadn't been able to finagle a reservation at the Hay-Adams. (But on the plus side-- if you asked her-- they weren't that far from Dupont Circle.) Not to mention more bags than an overnight trip called for, and that was just Kennedy's stuff, but that was what the bell staff was for, right? She'd tipped nicely and everything.

Two days in D.C. and then a little bit of downtime before heading into New York for New Year's sounded like about the best winter break ever, though, and they had a city to check out so the annoyance wasn't long-lived.

"So," she mused, poking at Yelp on her iPhone (what did people do before these things, seriously?), "the zoo is definitely in the plans, but what else do we want to do? No way we're gonna fit everything into two days."

[[for that girl what's there with her, and sp.]]