Before we talk about our end of year adventures, I feel like I need to issue a little warning that careful consideration must be made before undertaking certain activities and that one must factor in their own personality, risk aversion, tastes and preferences before hurtling into the abyss of the unknown.
Lest you think I reference yesterday’s journey into the heart of the strip mall bowling alley, let me clarify that in this instance I’m talking about my ill-advised decision to place myself in the hands of the sushi chef.
I was running errands yesterday (picked up my dad’s Father’s Day gift and happened to find my Mother’s Day gift while I was at it – SCORE!) and had just a few minutes to eat lunch before collecting the kids from school so I stopped at Tasu for some sushi and saw that Tammy was working so we were chatting and I didn’t want to waste time looking at the menu so I told her to just bring me the chef’s sushi/sashimi lunch.
In retrospect, I should have changed my order the second I saw her eyebrows lift.
Because when my plate arrived I did not recognize a single solitary item on it.
So I ate it anyway and proceeded to have the heebie jeebies for the rest of the afternoon until I arrived at the bowling alley and decided to meet the queasiness on the front porch by chasing it with some chili cheese fries and a Diet Dr. Pepper.
Ahhh, all better now.
We had a great time bowling and talking smack about how bad we were and, in the end, Tommy prevailed by two measly little points.
And JJ won the style competition.
And Travis won “Best Accessorized”.
And I won Skeeball.
Have a nice day.