I'm not saying my dad was cheap growing up; he was resourceful. So what if our bath supplies came from various motels from family vacations? My brother and I were just as clean as the kids next door. Plus, the tiny soaps fit into our little child hands better. While I may not have continued my family's tradition of soap-swiping (unless it's a really swanky place—I'm not an idiot), I've certainly inherited the resourcefulness gene, and not just in terms of money. I also make the most out of my time, especially with my family (awww...). Unfortunately, my dad can't be in DC this Sunday, but if he was, this would be our most resourceful plan. (Feel free to swipe it.)
Brunch at Kushi (duh)
Scoutmob timed this one just right, huh? I'd take my dad to this classy brunch and make him try something he's never had. OK, fine. I'd let him order the Steak and Eggs.
Hippy Drum Circle at Meridian Hill Park
Continuing the trend of pushing my dad out of his comfort zone, I would give him a tambourine and make him go to the Sunday drum circle at Meridian Hill Park. I'm pretty certain he'd pretend not to be into it for 10 minutes before giving in to his earlier, wilder, um, weedier days and having a good time. Plus, it's free!
DC Record Fair—Father's Day Edition
Next up, we'd take a ride up to Silver Spring, so my dad could lecture me about how great music used to be. We'd sift through the boxes picking out all the Creedence Clearwater Revival LPs we could find so he could tell me how "Born on a Bayou" was, is and will always be the best song ever.
Dinner at Cantina Marina
Finally, we'd venture back to the District and head to the Waterfront, where we'd score a couple seats on the deck at Cantina Marina. Not only would this final stop prove to him that DC can be one of the most relaxing city's ever, but it'd allow us to kick back with a couple of brews, take in a sunset over the Potomac and reflect on how much we appreciate each other's company, as different as we may be. Happy Father's Day!—MP