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*Ahem*
I just got back from my friend's birthday sushi dinner . . . I'm a little tipsy from drinking half a glass of warm sake, so if I say anything retarded, I apologize now.
Didn't I say something about being shy around new people and afraid to make an ass out of myself, more specifically, I really shouldn't be talking about poop, as it doesn't make the best first impression??? Here's a prime example from about two hours ago, just after our appetizer of edaname arrived:
Meg: I've never had these before. How do I eat them?
Me: Pop the little beans in your mouth, and put the pods in the bowl.
Meg: Can I eat the pods?
Me: Oh no! They don't digest very well, and it hurts to poop them out!
Meg's roommate's boyfriend: Oh my god! I just met you, and this is the third poop story I've heard from you!
Umm . . . yeah . . . great job on those first impressions, Britta. *grumble, grumble*
Apparently, while we were eating, some guy (possibly homeless?) was drawing caricatures of all of us from a bench just outside the restaurant. When he finished, Meg bought it from the dude, and we all passed the drawing around, trying to figure out who was who. The caricatures were all pretty cute. However, someone said, "that one looks like Hitler." That was me. So, some guy who doesn't even know me was thinking, 'hmm, how should I draw this girl? Hmm . . . Hitler? Yes, Hitler." Now I'm all paranoid about the possibility of having some upper lip hair and a terrible scowl across my face all the time. Damn. That really does suck.
I just got back from my friend's birthday sushi dinner . . . I'm a little tipsy from drinking half a glass of warm sake, so if I say anything retarded, I apologize now.
Didn't I say something about being shy around new people and afraid to make an ass out of myself, more specifically, I really shouldn't be talking about poop, as it doesn't make the best first impression??? Here's a prime example from about two hours ago, just after our appetizer of edaname arrived:
Meg: I've never had these before. How do I eat them?
Me: Pop the little beans in your mouth, and put the pods in the bowl.
Meg: Can I eat the pods?
Me: Oh no! They don't digest very well, and it hurts to poop them out!
Meg's roommate's boyfriend: Oh my god! I just met you, and this is the third poop story I've heard from you!
Umm . . . yeah . . . great job on those first impressions, Britta. *grumble, grumble*
Apparently, while we were eating, some guy (possibly homeless?) was drawing caricatures of all of us from a bench just outside the restaurant. When he finished, Meg bought it from the dude, and we all passed the drawing around, trying to figure out who was who. The caricatures were all pretty cute. However, someone said, "that one looks like Hitler." That was me. So, some guy who doesn't even know me was thinking, 'hmm, how should I draw this girl? Hmm . . . Hitler? Yes, Hitler." Now I'm all paranoid about the possibility of having some upper lip hair and a terrible scowl across my face all the time. Damn. That really does suck.