Blame the Nyquil...
Should I post in my journal when I'm overfed and over medicated?
no.
So, tonight Tyson and I went out to this Casino restaurant called Oceana. It's a seafood restaurant (for those of you who couldn't see through the Irony of the name), and since it's in a casino, you have to feel like you're actually dining in a neon nightmare of underwater hell... kind of like this:
OMG!THEBLUE!
Well, imagine that instead of those weirdos, the hotness that is me and The Lumberjack are sitting there eating yummies. But wait... there's more.
In addition to the glowing neon blue bubble fountains, shiny silk fabric kelp, and shifting LED lit wave glass panels at your back, there are, of course, lamps hanging above each table... but not just any lamp will do in the Fish Palace of Wrong... no. We're underwater, people... NEVERFORGET!
THIEVING TENDRILS! OHMY!
Yeah. That right there is a JELLYFISH LIGHT FIXTURE. In fact, that's the one right next to our booth. You can see the tendrils of ours coming down to snatch at our steamed clams. If you're drunk, and don't know quite how to use the camera in your wife's handmedown RaZr phone, the restaurant kind of looks like this:
DRUNK+CAMERA+TLJ=NO
What's that you say? You don't yet BELIEVE that you are just another fish in the aquarium? Well, to help you doubters of underwater dining bliss, there are giant killer whales, dolphins, and sea turtles hanging from the ceiling above the sushi bar. (You would have a picture of them here, but The Lumberjack was drunk and doesn't quite know how to use his wife's handmedown RaZr phone camera yet.)
*sigh*
The good news is that we didn't have to pay for any of it. My parents got a $75 comp from the casino and regifted it to us. So we had a free meal in The Undersea Eatery of Doom, Wrong, Sadness, and Pain. The Chilean Sea Bass was made of all that is good in this world, though. For realz. And the bowls were super cool art deco artsiliciousness. <-- look at that. I made up a word.
Nyquil is love.
The End.
no.
So, tonight Tyson and I went out to this Casino restaurant called Oceana. It's a seafood restaurant (for those of you who couldn't see through the Irony of the name), and since it's in a casino, you have to feel like you're actually dining in a neon nightmare of underwater hell... kind of like this:
OMG!THEBLUE!
Well, imagine that instead of those weirdos, the hotness that is me and The Lumberjack are sitting there eating yummies. But wait... there's more.
In addition to the glowing neon blue bubble fountains, shiny silk fabric kelp, and shifting LED lit wave glass panels at your back, there are, of course, lamps hanging above each table... but not just any lamp will do in the Fish Palace of Wrong... no. We're underwater, people... NEVERFORGET!
THIEVING TENDRILS! OHMY!
Yeah. That right there is a JELLYFISH LIGHT FIXTURE. In fact, that's the one right next to our booth. You can see the tendrils of ours coming down to snatch at our steamed clams. If you're drunk, and don't know quite how to use the camera in your wife's handmedown RaZr phone, the restaurant kind of looks like this:
DRUNK+CAMERA+TLJ=NO
What's that you say? You don't yet BELIEVE that you are just another fish in the aquarium? Well, to help you doubters of underwater dining bliss, there are giant killer whales, dolphins, and sea turtles hanging from the ceiling above the sushi bar. (You would have a picture of them here, but The Lumberjack was drunk and doesn't quite know how to use his wife's handmedown RaZr phone camera yet.)
*sigh*
The good news is that we didn't have to pay for any of it. My parents got a $75 comp from the casino and regifted it to us. So we had a free meal in The Undersea Eatery of Doom, Wrong, Sadness, and Pain. The Chilean Sea Bass was made of all that is good in this world, though. For realz. And the bowls were super cool art deco artsiliciousness. <-- look at that. I made up a word.
Nyquil is love.
The End.