Before SoCal

Pepto Pink

Yesterday, after getting up late and not doing anything, I spent a good part of what was left of the morning filling out paper work.

You know what that means.

I officially got a job!  After filling out a ton of random questions (and having a huge fight with the printer), I went over to Staples to fax the paperwork over to the new job. Turns out fax machines are obsolete and I had no idea how to use it.

The plan for last night was to go out to my all-time favorite sushi place.  You may be asking yourself why I enjoy sushi at all this particular restaurant above all others.  This is simple, my friends.  It’s a buffet.  For one set price, you get an unlimited number of the sushi rolls of your choice, as well as way too many options for appetizers and other deliciousness for an indecisive person like myself.

Interestingly enough, the food at this restaurant actually talks to you.  It asks you to stuff your face with all of its tastiness, even if your body can’t handle it.

I went in with full excitement, and my mom and I even ordered a scorpion bowl to split.  I was excited to drink heavily and eat twice my weight in Japanese-ish cuisine.

Unfortunately, I began feeling sick about ten minutes in.  Still not sure why, but I felt so gross that I even ventured across the street to get some Pepto Bismol.

Naturally, since this is my life, I had to run into someone I know.  I actually saw two people I know but only one of them seemed to notice.  On my way to the car, I ran past my neighbor, clutching the Pepto tightly in my hands, with a look of pure and absolute disgust on my face.  I just wanted to get out to my car so I could drink the stuff and get back to dinner.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful.  Except that I made a delicious batch of brownies…

…for a block party that is allegedly going to take place tomorrow.  Calm down, of course those are Reese’s peanut butter cups in the middle of the brownies.  And I say it will allegedly take place tomorrow because as I mentioned earlier this week, the forecast is terrible.


It doesn’t get much better than that.

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