I met up on Wednesday night with Saba, who suggested going to Oya. It was restaurant week and I decided to splurge on the three-course prix fixe menu for $35. The tuna tempura roll was very good — crispy and silky all at once. The salmon was a little salty, but I lapped up the bittersweet molten chocolate cake, which came with some tiny popped rice balls for garnish. It was good to catch up with Saba, who interned with me many years ago at Newsweek. We’ve both changed jobs since the last time we saw each other over a year ago and, of course, had to ask each other why. Saba brought her roommate, who does international development work, and I admired the purpose with which they were both charging ahead in their careers. Say what you will about the petty politics of the Beltway, but at least people in D.C. don’t think “laid back” is a compliment. We ate around 6:15 and headed out around 8 p.m. Do people in Washington all have to get up early?