Sushi

Man, even snow-extended weekends fly by! Cha had fun at her Borders They Might Be Giants children's album release concert, and then she and It's Australian for Beer! went down to the 13th floor to see some Eurotrash "jazz" ensemble whose femme singer could've seduced my wife in a heartbeat, judging by her swoon each time she describes this woman. I stayed home and read and drank wine and occasionally shoveled snow.

Friday we woke late and decided to go to Los Amigos for lunch--I called Ferocity to see if we might drop in and meet Eve, but got naught but the voicemail (this will teach me to be so last-minute). Lunch was grand, we drove down Harford RD to The Charles for a matinee, and then spent the rest of the evening chilling.

Saturday BroJ called me at 9:30 am and kept me on the phone again for three hours. He told me he borrowed money for gas because he's completely broke, put 50 cents' worth in his tank, drove to the store to buy cigarettes with the rest of the borrowed money, than ran out of gas on the way back. He didn't have a gas can in his truck so he walked a quarter mile to the dollar store, bought a gallon of water, dumped out the water, put a dollar's worth of gas in the jug, walked back to his truck, and saw a gas can lying on the side of the road. Our niece had given him a gift certificate to Superfresh so he could at least buy some food (and stop eating everyone else's at their house presumably), and he used that for smokes as well. Then he described all the stuff he has nailed to the walls in his room, told me he's "42 and just about out of steam," and said he might work at The Lamplight Inn as a dishwasher or at the lumberyard, but he doesn't really want to. Then he complained that there would be no social security by the time he got to retirement.

Dude, you're like already retired.

It's noon and it's dark here in the Library. I'm all alone here and I'm starting to wonder if we're open today? Oops, never mind--there's that guy with keys who turns on lights.

Saturday afternoon K'wali called and then we met him and Klezma at Kyodai Sushi in Towson. They were really packed--apparently the novelty of conveyor-belt sushi is too much to resist (though right across Penn Ave is Sans Sushi II and just a bit east on Penn Ave is Sushi Hana, both of which are fresher). Kyodai is nonetheless a good place, and very fast and convenient, and I prefer their dark exposed brick/red lantern aesthetic to the white-wall light wood glare of Sushi Hana. Strange to note that Kyodai used to be Pizzeria Uno, where I used to sit with Buf and Sluggo and drink 22 oz beers on special to oblivian when we all lived in Towson. K'wali, always eager to share his enthusiasms, had bought a DVD of some quickly cancelled Fox TV show, and he brought it back to our house and subjected us to two of the worst hours I've ever seen:



I suppose a more sardonic version of "Northern Exposure" featuring a Brown graduate with a Humanities degree working retail is funny, quirky and interesting if you've never worked retail after earning a Humanities degree. Otherwise, fuck you.