Lord,
help me. Not only am I overwhelmed by inactivity, I am also currently on a
mission to try every restaurant I haven’t visited yet on the Vineyard. This is
hard to accommodate without a steady job. But I’m no pushover. I’ll keep on
eating.
The
husband and I went out for sushi the other day. First of all, I can’t believe
he finally tried it and second of all, he loved it. In fact, he preferred the
plate of sashimi. The wonder of it all.
This was at the Lookout Tavern, which of course looks out
over the pier in Oak Bluffs. Seeing how the place was packed and there was a
wait for the cool tables, we opted to sit at the sushi bar and watch the knives
fly over all that raw fish.
It was pretty awesome.
It was even better when accompanied by rum punch and the
“happiness is…” margarita.
While we were dining, my better half, as he has been known
to do, decided to engage in conversation with any and all of the sushi chefs
who could speak English.
I found out that all of the sushi fish that they use comes
from . . . you guessed it . . . New York City, just like the salsa in that
inane commercial.
This
was hard to take for a girl who prides herself on eating scallops that come
fresh from the next town over. Apparently New York is even the go-to for
seafood.
Anyway, this was a sort of date because my son Dan is off to
summer camp. That means two weeks of solid “woo-hoos” interspersed with “What
the hell? Danny’s gone. What are we going to do?”
I’m always conflicted at camp time. On one hand I want to
fly to Vegas and see male strippers or at least the Cirque du Soleil. On the
other hand I want to stay home and snuggle up with my husband in the air
conditioning while watching ridiculous Netflix movies. What’s a girl to do?
This time it’s been pretty darn sweet. We’ve managed to
spend some great time together doing absolutely nothing, with a little sushi on
the side.
I haven’t yet gone to my go-to activities: Nairing my legs
and painting my toenails. But they’re on my list.
A camp vacation wouldn’t be complete without a couple of
issues of People magazine, a brownie sundae from DQ, and a big bag of plantain
chips.
This all leaves me wondering what Dan’s doing during his
break from me. I wonder if he’s just having a really chill time without me
climbing up his ass. Probably. Who wouldn’t?
I should go now. I want to grab my husband from his workshop
so he can warm up the couch, and Netflix has decided to work tonight.
Like the seafood, you can’t count on the Internet connections here. Better grab the good times while you can I always say.
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