Tummy Station

Today was ordinary, but had some interesting spots. One of them was discovering a restaurant in a shady food court (my coworker's description) named "Tummy Station". Today was also the first nice day where one could sit outdoors comfortably, so a couple coworkers and I lunched outside and held a group study session; we're trying to cram a bunch of world and foreign policy history knowledge into our heads for an upcoming exam. We spent time discussing political impacts and interpretations of current events, thinking that would help us prepare for the essay. The excitement never stops, I tell ya!

Walking from my office to the Metro after work, I saw a concrete truck on its way somewhere unintentionally (I assume) adding a new layer of concrete all over the roadway. Cars in the adjacent lane were dodging out of the way to prevent having concrete dumped on them. I'm not sure the driver even noticed. Then I got on the Metro and encountered a woman in a low-cut top...with chest hair! There was a woman in my yoga class last weekend who chose to flaunt her French grooming habits by wearing a little cami, but this was way worse.

Unless my pointy-haired boss throws up a roadblock, it looks like I'm going to Milan (Italy, not Tennessee) in April! I've already had the opportunity to feel inadequate in the presence of French haute couture, and now it looks like I'll have the chance to look longingly into the windows of Versace, Ferragamo, and Prada!