Boss lady at the agency bought everyone lunch from a local Middle Eastern place, which was cool, but unfortunately the rolled shawirma was about half the size of the ones from Moby's and was infested with pickles. WTF? Once I removed those there wasn't much left, and I was damned glad I'd packed a couple of sandwiches. Oddly, the side salad was good despite the crumbled feta. Maybe it wasn't feta.
Going to eat dinner, play a little EVE, and go to bed early since I need to be in the ass end of Alexandria at 8:30 and that means hitting the Woodrow Wilson no later than 7:45. I'm almost tempted to go up South Capital and take 395 out there, but that's going around two sides of a triangle and the first leg would be a stone bitch at that hour just like 95 South to the WW. (A handy map for you Minnesotans and others who have no idea WTF I'm raving about.)