Aight peeps, it's like this: Me & my Tawn Angel went out for sushi tonight. Somehow in the course of the day, I just flipped my freaking lid - I swung from manaic laughter to hissy fits. For example, while sitting and having a lovely conversation with my roomie, I witnessed her pick up her chopsticks & start fiddling with the napkin. I should elaborate slightly - I HATE paper. I have put much effort into overcoming my aversion to the stuff. I hate the feel of it, I hate the sound of friction against paper products. I don't mind tissues or paper towels so much, but any kind of dry friction will usually freak me out. I haven't had an episode in about a year and a half... UNTIL... Tawny scrapes the chopsticks against the napkin, which created the most subtly demonic sound I've ever heard. I tried to ignore it, but the pain only intensified. Fully aware that I was about to reveal an OCD side of me never before witnessed by this lovely friend of mine, I interrupted her meaningful story just to beg her to stop touching the napkin - to stop scraping the chopsticks on anything. She was gracious to the utmost, and after a few moments of explanation she forgave my malfunction and we proceeded through our dinner.
The food was great - good enough that I wanted to take my leftover sushi home... so as I'm packing it into the little box I realize that there is a big wad of loathsome wasabi directly impeding my transfer. In a burst of irrationality, I exclaim, "I JUST HATE THIS DAMN WASABI." Sometime between that outburst and the nanosecond directly after it I realized what a big deal it was NOT. I looked at Tawny helplessly and said, "So that was a ridiculous over-reaction, huh?" Again, to her credit she simply laughed with me.
I tried to close the take-home box, only to discover that it was defective and would not stay closed. I calmly asked the waitress for tape & thanked her while pointing out how inept I seemed to be. She replied that it was certainly the fault of the boxes with which they had ample trouble. What do I do?! Thank her for her affirming validation. WHAT?!?!?! Like she's my freaking support group?! We paid and left before anyone gets the heebie jeebies from me.
On the way home I got a weird cramp in my guts and I cried out, "Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhh.... gut cramps!!!!! It's probably those little fishies trying to hatch out of their eggs," obviously referring to the masago topping my Hawaii roll. I'm pretty sure that I'll never doubt Tawny's driving based upon her remarkable control of the vehicle while crying in laughter. I took it upon myself to further instruct the ichthoids - "You'll never survive in there fishies, stay in the eggs!!!!!" I think they listened, because the pain subsided.
Well, there were countless other funnies over the course of the evening, but those will just be between my Tawn Angel and myself :) Til next time, kind readers...
