tonight i took D out for a grown-up dinner that involved none of the foods eaten over the holiday. nothing with bacon, potato, chicken, cold cuts, turkey, or lasagna. where did we go? we went out for sushi, of course. awesome, awesome sushi. there's a place in town that has one of those conveyor belts and jesus h. christ, i love those things. watching little half-rolls of sushi goodness glide by, swooping in for the most delectable looking ones, watching the tiny plates stack up...it's pretty much my favorite thing ever. the thing about sitting in front of the space-age conveyor is that you think you'll never get full of sushi. it all slides by and it all looks great, and you think "oh those plates are so tiny...we can eat one more..." and then you get up to go pee and HOLY SHIT you are full of sushi. it's like magic! yummy magic.
tomorrow is new year's eve and you know that can mean only one thing: twilight zone marathon on syfy. i'll pop out of the house at some point to buy some bubbly wine and crescent rolls for the pigs in a blanket (because champagne and hot dogs together are divine, duh), but i plan to spend the rest of the day on the couch, watching rod serling, and knitting. does anything sound better than that? um, no. D will work part of the day, but he'll be home in time to kiss me at midnight and make a goofy hat to celebrate. plus, as much as he loves me, no one loves that much twilight zone except for me. he'll probably also get home in time to save me from the kids, who will want to beat me to death by then. unless i can somehow convince them the twilight zone is awesome, and i don't see that happening. kids these days don't dig anything in black and white, let me tell you. too bad i pay for the cable!