It doesn’t appear that I can work and blog at the same time. The hours are really not bad, I don’t have a problem working them or staying awake however… the time in between shifts, I could just DIE I am so tired.

Yesterday morning, after a long night of… well, we’ll call it work… on the drive home, I suddenly found myself with a craving for sushi. 6am, and I wanted sushi. I could actually taste it, I wanted it so bad. Then, my overtired brain had to try to analyze the situation and in the boredom of driving home and over analyzing my thoughts and cravings, I realized something. It wasn’t so much the sushi that I wanted (although I still do want some), it was my first experience with sushi that I wanted BACK.

The setting: Yamashiro. April on the east end of Hollywood Hills. The most gorgeous view of Los Angeles imaginable. One of my best friends in the world. Sushi. Cold Beer. A hot waiter. Cold Sake. Big city atmosphere. A designated driver. No curfews, no commitments. All the time in the world.

I love and treasure the feelings evoked by these photographs, simply of our meal that evening.  We had such a wonderful time just taking in the view, and hanging out. Not a worry or a care in the world, other than how on Earth we were going to finish off that bottle of Sake…

We finished it. You can bet your bottom dollar, we finished it. We had nothing better to do anyway, and the waiter oddly looked better and better the emptier that little potion bottle got… however, we decided somewhere along the way that we were probably the wrong gender for him.

Too bad we didn’t get a picture of him. I’m sure it would have been better than a drunk, fuzzy self portrait of us on which the scenery we wanted to capture was completely lost.