Went to Pentagon City with Kristen today - another Yellow Liner. I have taken to labeling people with their Metro Line as part of an unofficial scientific study - it is my contention that women on the Yellow Line are extremely difficult due to something in the water there. When I finish, we shall see if "Virginia is for Lovers" - right now, I think a better motto would be "Virginia is for Women Who Never Call You Back."

She brought up a part time job she's taking with her Church. I wonder - could I use a part time job? She says she's there every Sunday anyways, so I got to thinking: where do I usually end up that would lend itself nicely to a part time job? There's the grocery store, but I have no desire to bag, mop, bake or stock. So that's it because I'm really not reliably anywhere in a given week except in the case of my running club, but that's not part time job material - unless they wanted to pay me to drink. Which would make me some kind of professional drinker. And while that does sound like potentially everything I've always wanted, I'm not a big drinker and I'm afraid of practice - look, I was unable to commit to 1 hour of piano every other day.

My xmas shopping is all but complete. I put Kristen to shame with my shopping skills which I have Reena to thank for. Tried out this French restaurant in Old Towne afterwards and had the Leg of Duck. FYI - shallots are little onions that look like boiled eyeballs.