Domo arigato

After the street fair, I took a shower and set an alarm for 30 minutes. I thought that would be enough for a quick nap. When it went off, I reset it for 15 more. When that went off, another 15 had to happen. It turned into an interrupted hour long nap. The sunshine was pretty draining, I guess.

When I got up again, I had to search for a shirt that would adequately hide my sunburn with sleeves loose enough so they wouldn't rub against my skin. A serious sunburn changes your wardrobe requirements. 

Cas and I had a groupon to a place that advertised itself as a steak and sushi restaurant. They kind of buried the lead, though. They were also a hibachi place, meaning they seat you around a flat grill and a fast-moving cook prepares everything while flinging food items around in front of you. When we walked in, we chose between a dining table or a seat at a hibachi table. We went for the chef who flings things. 

After everyone around the table had their dinner (I had amazing scallops in front of me), the chef began flinging chunks of a fried egg into people's mouths. The girl across from me was first, and the chef's first volley landed down her shirt. The second one hit the mark. Her date missed catching the egg in his mouth. Another man at the table took a turn, and Cas caught the second piece of egg professionally flung at his face. I opted out. 

It was a fun dinner. Heck, it was a fun dinner-and-a-show. We went back to Cas' place after that, and we watched a little Netflix. 

Today, I need to get some work done. Not pumped about that, but not every  part of the job is fun...