Spicy

So sake sets. What the hell. Such tiny cups. What's the deal? Is it the equivalent of drinking wine or beer in tiny amounts, or more like drinking hard liquor in tiny amounts? These are the things that puzzle me at this exact moment.

Many things puzzle me at this exact moment, in fact.

Some fun political things occurred at work today. Who knew that would happen, uh, working for the government?

C made his way over (it took him an hour and he wouldn't let me forget it, which just goes to show how truly speshul I am) and took me out for dinner. I'm not sure why he bought dinner. I am, and always will be, a fan of people buying me dinner. Yep. I'll do the whole soft-shoe shuffle for you. I'll put on the charm (and fail) and be funny (moronic) and witty (stilted) and debonair (vaguely embarrassing to be seen in public with) and you'll just whip out your credit card to make the night come to an end quickly.

I may have an answer to my whole transportation to and from the airport conundrum. You didn't know I had a conundrum, did you. Well I did. It's a logistical nightmare. Okay, not really. I just don't want to drag my shit on public transit on the way home after facking flying from Boston to (Denver to) Vancouver when we return.

What else.

I ate too much.

But that's okay. Cause I do most things too much, so it all evens out.

Oh yeah. This is a sake bomb.

Don't say you never learn stuff on my blog.