Hmmm, where to begin. I guess if I’m going to talk about the weekend, the best place to start is on Friday.

I was supposed to go out to dinner with the True Renaissance Woman. Howe’er, she didst call nigh to the hour of our meeting, and forsooth did profess that our liaison was not meant to be. In troth, she did own that she regrettèd mine inconvenience, and beseeched upon my good graces to dine with her anon.

I was a little annoyed, but Friday was a beautiful day, and it had been a long week, so I walked to Union Station with the Walking Chick, and then headed down to Dupont. It was such a perfect evening that I didn’t want to go inside to eat, so I sat in the circle and caught up on crossword puzzles from old issues of the Express. When I finished all three of them, I pulled out Inside a U.S. Embassy: How the Foreign Service Works for America, a book the State Department sent me the other day (for a more detailed reason why the United States Department of State would send me a book, see My exciting news). After only a few pages, I got bored, so I pulled out my new book and started to read that, but I was a little self-conscious reading it in Dupont Circle. It’s actually a great book: Caroline Daley’s Leisure & Pleasure: Reshaping & Revealing the New Zealand Body 1900–1960. It’s a very fascinating and intriguing book into the perception of the body in fin de siècle New Zealand. Unfortunately, there is a rather provocative picture of a well-built, attractive, semi-nude male on the cover. So, being a good-looking, single man sitting in Dupont Circle reading a book about the body, I was a little concerned that I might get propositioned. Needless to say, that did not really happen.

Finally, it started to get dark, and my tummy was growling at me like a ravenous lion might growl at a young, slow moving member of a herd. I looked around the circle and picked my direction…that way. So, up I went to my favorite of favorite restaurants: Chipotle. I had a Fajita Burrito Bowl without beans and extra guacamole. It was soooooo good.

I was full and fully sated. But, I wasn’t ready to go home, so I decided to walk around the area. I went pretty far, but stayed on Q St. Eventually, I wasn’t sure where I was anymore, so I turned around and headed back to the Metro, and went home. I stayed up until 3 am playing on the computer.

I had a very pleasant experience on the Metro this morning that I would like to relate to all one of you that regularly read my blog.

I got onto the Red Line this morning and sat down in one of the seats going lengthwise. The woman sitting on the forward-facing seat right next to me tapped on the arm and said, “Hey, good morning.” As my brain and sleep-crusted eyes focused, I noticed that this was “Jane” (the name, of course, has been changed for no real reason as no one who reads this knows who she is…and even if her name really was Jane and I just told you I changed it, you would be none the wiser), a woman I work with.

I smiled, said good morning, and then asked why she was on the Red Line (I always thought that she lived in DC). Well, she explained to me that she in fact lives in Wheaton. I gave that typical dumb look that I give when I have nothing to say, and we both smiled at each other, and I went back to reading the Express and she returned to her Washington Post.

Obviously, we were both going to the same place, so that means that we were both getting off at the same station to transfer to the same line to get off once again at the same station to go up the same escalator to walk the same streets to go to the same building. And yet, after the obligatory pleasantries were over, neither of us felt any obligation to continue it further than it absolutely needed to be. When we got to our transfer, she got swept away with the crowd and she never made an attempt to stay with me all the way to work.

Why isn’t everyone like that? It was very nice. I like “Jane,” but I don’t really know her that well, and I have nothing to talk to her about, so it was perfect, and there was no uncomfortable small talk or anything. And yet, I meet up with others from work and they won’t leave me until they absolutely have to, and I really don’t want to see these people outside of work (don’t misunderstand, I don’t really want to see them at work either, but I don’t have a choice there).

So, I wish to say thanks to “Jane.”

We receive The New York Times and The Washington Post here at work. A co-worker and I were scanning the headlines and noticed a very interesting thing. The cover of The New York Times has a huge picture above the fold with the following headline:

"New Jersey Governor Resigns, Disclosing a Gay Affair: Harassment Suit Is Said to Spur Decision."

Meanwhile, the same topic appears below the fold of The Washington Post in the left-hand column with a small picture and the following headline:

"N.J. Governor Resigns Over Gay Affair: McGreevey Has Been Facing Other Political Problems."

Does this indicate the two papers have a political bias?