Kim Pearson

So I got totally lost trying to connect with Kim Pearson on my way down to Washington D.C. and it's made me wonder : What the hell was I thinking when I decided to drive down.

I usually take Amtrak into the capital but this time, I am shlepping so much crap that I decided to ZipCar it and haul my ass down I-95. I have to say, Amtrak is like a cultural bubble --it really destroys your connection with the reality of the United States that is not New York City.

I am in this thing called a Bob Evans' Restaurant. It's the kind of restaurant that serves single portions that are meant to feed a whole town and a half portion truly feeds a family for four. Biscuits is the starch du jour, not the freshly baked ciabatta that terrorizes Zone Dieters in the city.

Not that I am dismissing the fact that I am 20lbs overweight, but whereas I am an oddity in the city, I can count with one hand the amount of people that are on-weight in here.

OMFG! I just took a bite of my salad --a chicken and cranberry halfmongous portion. What the hell was I thinking! It has some kind of mystery dressing that has the viscosity of saliva.