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pasitheaThis is mindless silly fluff, please ignore, I'm embarassed with myself.
I took Stacey to dinner tonight so we could avoid the war talk for a bit and destress. We went to a random japanese resturant near the house (one we hadn't been to yet) Good food and FANTASTIC pickles! The best japanese pickles I've ever had. Everything was pretty good honestly. It was the style of japanee cooking I like best. Sort of an inland and rustic taste, not quite as sweet and trendy as most americanized sushi. Their menu was mostly in japanese and sort of partially subtitled in English.
The best part though, was our server. She was just this totally adorable grandmother type person. Her hair was just starting to loose it's dark black and was sort of streaked orange and gold and she had this wonderfully clear and happy voice. She was a small slim woman, not the best teeth, formal dark blue kimono with a red and gold sash, but there was something about here that was just intensely lovable.
All in all, it was kind of strange really now that I think about it. Everyone at the resturant (except us) was japanese but very cosmopolitan and mostly second and third generation american. (Don't ask me how I know that, it's just a feeling, not based on hard fact) At the table next to us was a teen girl talking to her parents about SAT, ACT, prep schools and how she was going to afford getting into university.... The entire scene in the resturant was almost word for word and character for character right out of anime (Or at least very similar to three of the different series I'd watched in the past week) So... After my rant about anime, it seemed kind of amusing and ironic.
Stacey and I were even characters. Me the frazzled workaholic brunette worried about finishing her school work and keeping up with her job, Stacey the cute and slim yet absolutely voracious blonde. O_O I wonder what series we were in.
Anyhow. It was a nice evening and for an hour or so, we both forgot about the war so... Mission accomplished.
I took Stacey to dinner tonight so we could avoid the war talk for a bit and destress. We went to a random japanese resturant near the house (one we hadn't been to yet) Good food and FANTASTIC pickles! The best japanese pickles I've ever had. Everything was pretty good honestly. It was the style of japanee cooking I like best. Sort of an inland and rustic taste, not quite as sweet and trendy as most americanized sushi. Their menu was mostly in japanese and sort of partially subtitled in English.
The best part though, was our server. She was just this totally adorable grandmother type person. Her hair was just starting to loose it's dark black and was sort of streaked orange and gold and she had this wonderfully clear and happy voice. She was a small slim woman, not the best teeth, formal dark blue kimono with a red and gold sash, but there was something about here that was just intensely lovable.
All in all, it was kind of strange really now that I think about it. Everyone at the resturant (except us) was japanese but very cosmopolitan and mostly second and third generation american. (Don't ask me how I know that, it's just a feeling, not based on hard fact) At the table next to us was a teen girl talking to her parents about SAT, ACT, prep schools and how she was going to afford getting into university.... The entire scene in the resturant was almost word for word and character for character right out of anime (Or at least very similar to three of the different series I'd watched in the past week) So... After my rant about anime, it seemed kind of amusing and ironic.
Stacey and I were even characters. Me the frazzled workaholic brunette worried about finishing her school work and keeping up with her job, Stacey the cute and slim yet absolutely voracious blonde. O_O I wonder what series we were in.
Anyhow. It was a nice evening and for an hour or so, we both forgot about the war so... Mission accomplished.
