Another saturday night
Dec. 6th, 2005 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I really have no concept of real time.
Went out On A Date tonight, which entailed shaving my legs and putting on some extravagant stockings. Took Z out to the sushi place down the street with the one-legged chef, and sure enough, there he was on his crutches, zipping around the restaurant and being enthused at being alive. The drinks were awesome-- we both had something called a Tsojito, which was sake, lime, and mint in the style of a mojito but somehow ineffably Japanese. SO tasty.
The food also was tasty. We had dim sum, a sashimi platter with tuna and salmon and marlin and something white and lovely, all of which just melted in the mouth-- I admit, despite my upbringing, I adore raw fish-- and then the obligatory spicy tuna futomaki and a spider roll. I heart spider rolls. And then the best part of going out for sushi is that there's room for dessert. Z had a sampler of four creme brulee spoons, and I had something involving two tiny chocolate cakes, two miniature scoops of homemade ice cream, and some mysteriously Grand Marniered berries with a white chocolate sauce.
We cleaned our plates right down to eating the garnishes, I tell you. I am by no means a gourmet, but hot damn.
oh-- I forgot to mention. The restaurant was playing blues, and by blues I mean, early John Lee Hooker, a familiar but unidentified rendition of "Sweet Home Chicago", a Lucinda Williams cover of a Howlin' Wolf song ("Come To Me Baby", which gets a lot of play in my iTunes), etc.-- good blues. I guess they have live blues music every Monday night and the one-legged chef comes out in the dining room and rolls sushi, which totally rules. Later in the week, apparently, they play Hawaiian music, but Monday thru Wednesday is blues.
So Tsunami goes on our Favorites rotation, and we'll have to remember about Monday being Live Blues Nite. It's awesomeness rolled up in dried seaweed with a whole tray of elaborate condiments on the side, and the dirty blues.
I'm pleasantly full at the moment, exacerbated by the fact that I'm wearing my stocking girdle which shapes my waist and reminds me that I've already eaten. I'm feeling very satisfied in general-- I insisted on paying, and paid the whole $80ish tab in cash and still had a wallet full o' bucks. (Even after leaving the earnest, very white young waiter a perfectly reasonable tip. I admit I don't tip like a bartender, most of the time: I still tend to tip just a smidge under 20% unless they blew me away, and while he was earnest and nice, he wasn't exceptional. I guess I'm cheap.)
It's a far, far cry from last year's broke-to-the-point-of-cryingness, and Z's feeling flush too-- I mean, we're not about to open an investment portfolio, but we're both way better off than we expected to be given that I wait tables and he works for an alt-newsweekly with no money.
Spent the day buying stuff online and finally watching the extended edition DVDs of the lord of the rings boxed set I got last Christmas. I watched them the way I read the books: only the chapters I like, and skipping all the bullshit about hobbits. Am I really that terrible? Yes I am. Also skipped all that Elf bullshit. The whole trilogy only took me like six hours, and while I was watching it I also did all my accounting for the last six weeks, which I've let fall by the wayside.
So now I'm sitting satedly on the couch with a sated Z beside me. I've got Z's head in my lap, a tiny bit awkwardly but comfortably nonetheless, and am attempting to write Eomer/Lothiriel smut. (Anyone want me to post the smut? It may or may not be good. I've written a lot of smut in my day, now, but little of it has been done with my actual real life boyfriend's actual head actually in my lap at the time, which I must say doesn't do much for the ergonomics of typing. The end result will probably be even slower than my smut usually is, which is saying something. Smut takes forever.)
Tomorrow I have to do holiday cards.
Went out On A Date tonight, which entailed shaving my legs and putting on some extravagant stockings. Took Z out to the sushi place down the street with the one-legged chef, and sure enough, there he was on his crutches, zipping around the restaurant and being enthused at being alive. The drinks were awesome-- we both had something called a Tsojito, which was sake, lime, and mint in the style of a mojito but somehow ineffably Japanese. SO tasty.
The food also was tasty. We had dim sum, a sashimi platter with tuna and salmon and marlin and something white and lovely, all of which just melted in the mouth-- I admit, despite my upbringing, I adore raw fish-- and then the obligatory spicy tuna futomaki and a spider roll. I heart spider rolls. And then the best part of going out for sushi is that there's room for dessert. Z had a sampler of four creme brulee spoons, and I had something involving two tiny chocolate cakes, two miniature scoops of homemade ice cream, and some mysteriously Grand Marniered berries with a white chocolate sauce.
We cleaned our plates right down to eating the garnishes, I tell you. I am by no means a gourmet, but hot damn.
oh-- I forgot to mention. The restaurant was playing blues, and by blues I mean, early John Lee Hooker, a familiar but unidentified rendition of "Sweet Home Chicago", a Lucinda Williams cover of a Howlin' Wolf song ("Come To Me Baby", which gets a lot of play in my iTunes), etc.-- good blues. I guess they have live blues music every Monday night and the one-legged chef comes out in the dining room and rolls sushi, which totally rules. Later in the week, apparently, they play Hawaiian music, but Monday thru Wednesday is blues.
So Tsunami goes on our Favorites rotation, and we'll have to remember about Monday being Live Blues Nite. It's awesomeness rolled up in dried seaweed with a whole tray of elaborate condiments on the side, and the dirty blues.
I'm pleasantly full at the moment, exacerbated by the fact that I'm wearing my stocking girdle which shapes my waist and reminds me that I've already eaten. I'm feeling very satisfied in general-- I insisted on paying, and paid the whole $80ish tab in cash and still had a wallet full o' bucks. (Even after leaving the earnest, very white young waiter a perfectly reasonable tip. I admit I don't tip like a bartender, most of the time: I still tend to tip just a smidge under 20% unless they blew me away, and while he was earnest and nice, he wasn't exceptional. I guess I'm cheap.)
It's a far, far cry from last year's broke-to-the-point-of-cryingness, and Z's feeling flush too-- I mean, we're not about to open an investment portfolio, but we're both way better off than we expected to be given that I wait tables and he works for an alt-newsweekly with no money.
Spent the day buying stuff online and finally watching the extended edition DVDs of the lord of the rings boxed set I got last Christmas. I watched them the way I read the books: only the chapters I like, and skipping all the bullshit about hobbits. Am I really that terrible? Yes I am. Also skipped all that Elf bullshit. The whole trilogy only took me like six hours, and while I was watching it I also did all my accounting for the last six weeks, which I've let fall by the wayside.
So now I'm sitting satedly on the couch with a sated Z beside me. I've got Z's head in my lap, a tiny bit awkwardly but comfortably nonetheless, and am attempting to write Eomer/Lothiriel smut. (Anyone want me to post the smut? It may or may not be good. I've written a lot of smut in my day, now, but little of it has been done with my actual real life boyfriend's actual head actually in my lap at the time, which I must say doesn't do much for the ergonomics of typing. The end result will probably be even slower than my smut usually is, which is saying something. Smut takes forever.)
Tomorrow I have to do holiday cards.
