maketeshimaimashita. T_T
i've decided that stuffing is a waste of bread. yuck.
mycroftnext: well, it was kind of a minor traumatic aneurysm
Tego came in and woke me up (to tell me she was there, and that the facial lady wasn't coming because she went to the hospital instead (sprained ankle)) just as the man in the lobster suit arrived.
so, right. no facials. but the cake was lovely, and served with blueberries. Then Tegola left and we left for Fado's in Chinatown to watch the game. I forgot my phone and felt naked.
the pub is very nice inside, but feels kind of like it's a sports bar only incidentally. nevertheless. Standing room only.
the food was. so. so good. We got things to share, because we didn't really have a surface to eat from, so their version of fries (which looked to me like quid, and tasted a bit like fish from the oil sometimes, so i did some double takes), chicken fingers (which were mostly chicken instead of mostly bread), and deep fried portebello mushrooms that were ljkaf;ljkfa i have no words to tell you. The best thing ever. That's what they were.
Met a guy named Ebi (and i didn't tell him what it means in Japanese, though it is how i remembered his name), and then Patrick of the Red Hair joined us and we lost. *cries*
the best thing to happen to me all july, and it's not july yet.
Then, slightly tipsy but thankfully no longer hungry, I ran to church, and actually got there a bit early. Church wasn't bad but it wasn't amazing. the sermon was shorter than normal because of instating Deacons etc.
Met stillesprite at the station, and back we came. And now, dinner. mmm. dinner.
...annnnnd we seem to have lost the spider. THIS MAKES ME UNEASY.
mycroftnext: well, it was kind of a minor traumatic aneurysm
Tego came in and woke me up (to tell me she was there, and that the facial lady wasn't coming because she went to the hospital instead (sprained ankle)) just as the man in the lobster suit arrived.
so, right. no facials. but the cake was lovely, and served with blueberries. Then Tegola left and we left for Fado's in Chinatown to watch the game. I forgot my phone and felt naked.
the pub is very nice inside, but feels kind of like it's a sports bar only incidentally. nevertheless. Standing room only.
the food was. so. so good. We got things to share, because we didn't really have a surface to eat from, so their version of fries (which looked to me like quid, and tasted a bit like fish from the oil sometimes, so i did some double takes), chicken fingers (which were mostly chicken instead of mostly bread), and deep fried portebello mushrooms that were ljkaf;ljkfa i have no words to tell you. The best thing ever. That's what they were.
Met a guy named Ebi (and i didn't tell him what it means in Japanese, though it is how i remembered his name), and then Patrick of the Red Hair joined us and we lost. *cries*
the best thing to happen to me all july, and it's not july yet.
Then, slightly tipsy but thankfully no longer hungry, I ran to church, and actually got there a bit early. Church wasn't bad but it wasn't amazing. the sermon was shorter than normal because of instating Deacons etc.
Met stillesprite at the station, and back we came. And now, dinner. mmm. dinner.
...annnnnd we seem to have lost the spider. THIS MAKES ME UNEASY.