We went to sushi tonight for dinner. I was looking forward to some nice albacore and some spicy tuna. Sushi was good. Fellow dinners were not so good. There was a table next to us- one elderly (but snappy!) elder woman, a young-ish guy with really bad sideburns and his hippy girlfriend, who was knitting throughout the whole meal. The older woman was pretty chatty- I mean REAL chatty. And she had this old smoker's voice- so it was like this low buzz throughout the ENTIRE MEAL. I think she might have been a little hard of hearing because I heard her entire life story. She had a horse growing up named Honeybabe. She was a ballerina when she was little. Her mom liked to play the piano. She had a son with a guy - they were never married- and her son met his dad when he was a grown man. Yes... we heard it all.
Then this weird drunk guy with a mullet came in solo and sat down on the other side of us. He ordered up a big ole plate of sushi and while he was waiting, some of his friends came in. They were quite animated and then they left. Then his phone rang- on like volume level 10. Then he proceeded to talk loud enough that the kitchen dudes came out to see what was going on. Needless to say- we finished up and left our loud co-eaters behind. The old lady was still yapping away when we walked out the door and the Dirtbag was still talking to himself while he ate his maguro.
Weird.
Anyhoo--
we've been real busy trying to get moved into our new house and I've really sucked at calling people and keeping in touch lately. So I'll be steppin' it up soon! In the meantime... some photos.....
