last year tracey had a sushi party where i accidentally ate some shrimp. i have been a strict vegetarian since (as far as i know), until tracey’s subsequence sushi party last night. this time, my fishy indulgences were not so much an accident.
but i’m getting ahead of myself.
these past couple of weeks i’ve been a little cranky. these undergraduate cs classes have been working my little logic centre raw. i’m out of money. i’ve been doing very little drinking so as not to engage in any smoking. i’m sore (ok, good pain). so i guess the party line is that i’ve been allowing my anxieties to divert me from most social occasions (someone pass the paxil platter).
tracey apparently likes to celebrate her birthdays with friends and fish. i wasn’t sure about attending this year because i was really concerned about smoking and i’m frightfully awful with new people. but i mean, i had to go. as soon as we arrived and tim did his first sake bomb, i immediately regretted offering to be designated driver. i also wondered why we drove in the first place; tracey’s place is a 15 minute walk from tim’s. so i started to panic, and i was hungry, and i wanted to smoke, and i was surrounded by eels and tuna. so i took the car home and walked back, picking up a pack of kirin on the way and using all of my power not to say “a pack of american spirit lights please” at the counter.
back at tracey’s i was drinking like a champ and eating some yummy vegetarian noodles tracey had made. sadly, they were not sating my hunger. perhaps it was the alcohol induced haze or the temporary insanity associated with an empty stomach, but i decided that i was going to eat sushi, fish or not. so i ate, and i ate, and i ate. then i found this bowl of something and started eating that. it was delicious. and it was squid salad.
the whole thing turned out to be an absolute blast. i learned that tracey is thinking about leaving town as well and for similar reasons (something about bad associations and a lack of general “rightness”… i don’t remember exactly, but i do know that a moment was shared). the food was great and the not smoking was even better — damn you tracey for trying to tempt me.
wink wink.
my only regret is not taking my camera. i haven’t been taking many pictures this year; very unusual for me. i think i forgot that things still happen to me that are worth remembering.
shame on me.
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