When my friends and I got off the train at the Tysons Metro station, I turned around to them and asked if they’d rather take the elevator instead of the escalator. (Famous last words!)
It was brutally cold; the wind was whipping fast and the temperature was about 25 degrees, worsened by the height of Tysons station.
We were coming from a fun time at “Kinky Boots” at Capitol One Hall with plans to join others post-show at Earl’s for happy hour at the mall…