Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Doyce's 2x5
You're thirsty: Coca Cola
You're hungry: red meat
You're lonely: very rarely
You're pissed off: family business
You're restless: do something
I like this meme.
In other news: I'm a little apprehensive about this trip to LA. For one thing, I have promised both my sisters I will try sushi with them. Now, don't misunderstand. I like oriental food almost always, and I like sea food. The undercooked thing isn't that big of a deal, I eat medium rare steak. It's just that, I'm not familiar with sushi, what is in what etc, and my sisters may be holding a grudge. I foresee some disgusting things being pawned off on me as the real deal here.
"Try this, it's delicious." Innocent little smiles.
*bite chew gag*
"What was that?" gasping
"Sea urchin roe in eel sauce" snickering behind hands, cooks in the back room roaring with laughter. "Now try this, it's a delicacy! Manta Ray spooge on a rice cracker with used engine oil."
"Uurk!"
(I know they won't, they really want me to enjoy this experience, but paranoia runs deep you know.)
I wonder how many people have just flat out hurled in your average sushi bar? I hope I'm not the first. They promised not to make me eat anything really gross like a "spider roll" which has a softshell crab in it and a lot of legs sticking out, or an oyster shooter which is a raw oyster with soy sauce and a quale egg and some spices. I have decided that I will try about anything, within reason. I guess my thinking is that a lot of people like it, it can't be all bad. But then, a lot of people like 'nsync too. You can understand my apprehension.
The other thing that is mildly worrying me is that my sister wants me to read at her wedding. I don't mind but it's been a long time since I spoke in front of any kind of crowd other than my Jr. High sunday school class (stop snickering) and this is LA, and I know she hangs around with actory type people, and I would really hate to look like a total schmuck in front of everybody, even though I will never see them ever again. You understand. I just really don't want to look like a schmuck.
You're thirsty: Coca Cola
You're hungry: red meat
You're lonely: very rarely
You're pissed off: family business
You're restless: do something
I like this meme.
In other news: I'm a little apprehensive about this trip to LA. For one thing, I have promised both my sisters I will try sushi with them. Now, don't misunderstand. I like oriental food almost always, and I like sea food. The undercooked thing isn't that big of a deal, I eat medium rare steak. It's just that, I'm not familiar with sushi, what is in what etc, and my sisters may be holding a grudge. I foresee some disgusting things being pawned off on me as the real deal here.
"Try this, it's delicious." Innocent little smiles.
*bite chew gag*
"What was that?" gasping
"Sea urchin roe in eel sauce" snickering behind hands, cooks in the back room roaring with laughter. "Now try this, it's a delicacy! Manta Ray spooge on a rice cracker with used engine oil."
"Uurk!"
(I know they won't, they really want me to enjoy this experience, but paranoia runs deep you know.)
I wonder how many people have just flat out hurled in your average sushi bar? I hope I'm not the first. They promised not to make me eat anything really gross like a "spider roll" which has a softshell crab in it and a lot of legs sticking out, or an oyster shooter which is a raw oyster with soy sauce and a quale egg and some spices. I have decided that I will try about anything, within reason. I guess my thinking is that a lot of people like it, it can't be all bad. But then, a lot of people like 'nsync too. You can understand my apprehension.
The other thing that is mildly worrying me is that my sister wants me to read at her wedding. I don't mind but it's been a long time since I spoke in front of any kind of crowd other than my Jr. High sunday school class (stop snickering) and this is LA, and I know she hangs around with actory type people, and I would really hate to look like a total schmuck in front of everybody, even though I will never see them ever again. You understand. I just really don't want to look like a schmuck.
