magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Today is actually sushi night. But still not a work day, so it definitely felt a bit like a Sunday.

None of my friends made it out. While actually making the sushi I wondered aloud, 'Where's my beer?' I made a martini instead. Eventually Emily gave me a $10 bill (I was on my way out to buy my own beer) and told me, 'Get me a six pack of the cheapest beer they have.' As it turned out, that was Bud light, which I couldn't bring myself to purchase. The regular Bud was the same price as Kirin, which I figured was more appropriate to sushi night and got that.

As people began to disperse, Jesse invited us over to see his loft on McKibbin. It's a ground floor/basement duplex, probably close to 2000 square feet. Each level has tall enough ceilings to split in two. They've got eight kids living there, so it's kid of a pit, but the idea of the place is nice.

And after that, a bike ride out to Foodswings for their weekend late night menu. But between the drinking, the bike ride, and the hardcore music on the restaurant stereo system I started feeling sick and went out to sit on the curb until people were ready to leave.