And the food was great, as it always is at Fugakyu - I hadn't fed before dinner so I was ravenous. I ended up having miso soup (actually two, I had Slarti's as well), edamame, beef tataki (oooh... I love beef tataki. *So* good!), Idaho maki (I always get this I know, but it is yummy), and chicken katsu. Everything was fantastic. We even got desert, which we often don't do - being stuffed on sushi and such. I got their baked alaska ice cream - which was great. And it had fresh blue berries which were very good. I got Slarti's blue berries too - that man misses out on yummy stuff by not eating fruits and veggies. But more for me. :-)
After dinner solipsistnation and stophittinyrslf hung around in the parking lot and allowed me to harangue them with stories about car crashes and sex. OK, not quite. It started because stophittinyrslf showed me her growingly infamous "Card carrying dyke" state ID (it really does make her look uber-butch) and the conversation meandered to cars, and driving histories, and my concussing jagheterlelle in the back seat of my Daytona (yeah, yeah, snicker - I was driving, in the *front* seat.. look... oh you're hopeless, go ahead and snicker), and things ended up meandering onto stories of the sordid pasts we (our group) all have and how they intertwine, etc. Times like that I miss having z_gryphon around, he's a great story teller. And when the two of us start tag-teaming on a story we can usually keep a room in stitches. :-)
OK, sleep time. Work comes too soon.