Statcounter really is the ultimate ego wank, isn't it?
Finals are over and I'm officially a senior! Last night the girls and I went out to celebrate at Sushi Rock with overpriced raw fish and martinis, but man was it worth it.
Sushi Rock has hands down the best sushi in town, I think, if you're not going for authentic but merely delicious. It's loud. It's trendy. It's jam-packed on half price night, which is the only time we can afford to go. Generally it just feels like a night out in a city should feel--pretty people wearing pretty clothes, getting chatted up by random guys while waiting, and then finally getting three big plates of sushi and stuffing ourselves silly to try to overcome the effects of the martinis that weren't that strong the last time we were there.
N noticed an interesting effect, though. We're all twenty-one now, which we weren't the last time, and now when we order drinks and dislike them for one reason or another we don't continue to gulp them down. It's okay to let them sit.
(personally, I stuck with my favorite Key Lime Pie martini, because I've had some things there that taste like lighter fluid)
More and more lately I am fascinated by this process of growing up. What it feels like. How I notice changes. Things that would have bothered me rolling off my back. Things that would have seemed okay now seeming stupid. It's strange. A little uncomfortable. But interesting.
3 comments:
Statcounter was underwhelming for me after a while. I hardly check it now but at first I was a little overzealous.
I love the post-exam celebratory dinner. *Sigh* oh, my younger years!
What you described about, "pretty people wearing pretty clothes, getting chatted up by random guys, " is exactly why even if I ate seafood I would never go to a place like Sushi Rock. Blech.
im with kristen. f sushi in the a
its been almost six years since a piece of seafood passed by my mouth and the feeling is better than being off any drug
L,
Sean
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