So last night I had this thing at the Smithsonian from 7-9. I figured I could leave work, go home, grab dinner, then make it to the Metro to go downtown. However, I wound up working until 5:30, which effectively eliminated the possibility of going home. Luckily I had food here, so I ate at my desk, and left the building a little after 6. When I stepped into the elevator, who was there but the Deputy Executive Director! YES!!! Scoring points with the powers that be. And I just now used the word “penultimate” in an email. I’m on a roll, baby.
Current song in my head:
“Kiss Me” by Sixpence None the Richer