This afternoon I had my first sushi experience with my dear friend Sara. She has been going on about sushi for ages and today we finally went out to eat it together at Little Tree in Royal Oak.

I was definitely nervous at the beginning. Even the stuff that wasn’t raw looked creepy to me. However, I decided to jump in with both feet and go for it. We started with tempura veggies as an appetizer. Those were really good. However, pretty much anything that’s battered and deep fried is good. Then we moved onto the main event! We had salmon rolls, california rolls (because they were safe for beginners), raw tuna, and a yummy crab and cucumber salad. I think I might have been a little heavy with the wasabi, but other than that I emerged unscathed!

Now that lunch is over and I’m back to work, I can’t help but replay the tastes in my mind. Although they were scary at first, I think I might have really enjoyed it in the end. I can see how something like this can really grow on a person…I think I’ll defintely get it again sometime.

I hate not calling people back. I usually don’t make it a habit to avoid returning calls, but lately it has taken everything in me to return anyone’s calls. I’m almost annoyed that I even have a phone…let alone a cell phone (aka leash) too. It totally prevents me from effectively hiding out. I think I might change my voicemail to include some message about my abhorrence of calling people back. I’m sorry if you’ve called me and I haven’t returned your calls.

Right now I’m particularly addicted to cheesy “girl novels”. The kind of books that are all about some British magazine editor and her failed romances or the New York socialite that’s forever donning designer clothes, shoes and accessories. I think I may have missed my calling in life to be doing something in the fashion industry…I am becoming increasingly fascinated by the intricasies of it. I have been captivated by the Style Channel’s coverage of New York’s Fashion Week. I used to be frustrated that everything on the runway seemed totally over the top and unwearable, but now I realize it’s like it’s own language that just needs to be translated. I’m finally understanding how to figure it out and I’m hooked! I wouldn’t normally want to admit such a strong interest in something that can be perceived as shallow or superfluous, but if I love it, I love it. It can’t be beyond reason that God gave me this interest.

My friend Sara lent me 3 movies: National Treasure, Timeline and Life as a House. They don’t all seem like my kind of movie, but she likes them, so I’m willing to give them a try.

Andy and I drank Mimosa’s tonight. They were yummy.

Aunt Becky and Mom at their Birthday celebration.