Friday night: Drove to Newport News (okay, that's not in the 'burg, but it's in the area) to try to fulfill my desire to fill the empty void that I felt by shopping. We left Border's with a bargain cookbook for the slow cooker. Um, score. We had dinner down there at a random tavern, and the food was pretty good. Came back ASAP to fill the other void in my soul by watching BSG. That worked pretty well.

Saturday: Off to the C-'burg to see some more Colonial-era goodies. This time it was an hour-long tour of the [Peyton] Randolph house, which was rather cool (better than the Governor's palace). We all got identities and Corebett was a slave, Great Aggie, and I was Sam, "her" son. A random elderly man was Mr. Randolph himself, and his real-life wife had the role of Mr. Randolph's man servant, Johnny. We didn't have any lines, but the more important characters (read: not me or Corbett) were placed in various positions throughout the tour. (This sounds more creepy and bizarre than it was in real life.) This was, if anyone had seen it (I hadn't), the house in which the Dinner: Impossible guy (who had lied on his resume and subsequently fired from the Food Network) had six hours to make a colonial dinner in a colonial (and still working) kitchen. Good times. After Mr. Randolph's house, we saw the bricklayer briefly before venturing back into the modern world (in other words, grocery shopping). 

Saturday night was filled with us making rice pudding in the slow cooker (and a LOT of it), and watching Terminator 2. Good flick.

Today was a day of work: Me, grading (although I really just spent time writing up all the solutions and wasting time by looking at shiny objects surrounding me at the Coffee Beanery), and Corbett working on his Diss. That, plus cooking Coq au vin in the slow cooker (delish!), and watching American Dad, which I still think is one of the funniest cartoons currently airing on television.

I still haven't filled that shopping void. Maybe I'll have to order something on Amazon, and then have the joyful anticipation of waiting for it in the mail.