Well, 5:30pm rolled around and I got the signal that my workday was over. Unlike Fred Flintstone, my signal was my VPN connection going down.
The elections were closing today so Amy and I wanted to go downtown and see if there was any hubbub. I suppose, not surprisingly, there wasn’t.
We ate at a Chinese restaurant called Chopsticks. I think that you can go to a place called Chopsticks anywhere in the world and expect pretty much the same thing. I would say this rule can be more broadly applied to Hunan Garden, Tasty Wok, or pretty much any joint with “garden” or “wok” in the name. Afterwards we had icecream and walked through a relatively deserted Martyr’s Square. A family was walking near the Hariri gravesite and one of the children pointed at a big poster of Rafik Hariri and asked his father, “Why are there so many pictures of this guy everywhere?”