Dinner and a show

I closed my eyes at about 2:30 in the afternoon yesterday, grateful for the fast finish to the garage sale.  I had gone to bed late the night before and I was awake pretty early to get everything set up in the morning.  I was a little behind on my sleep, so a substantial nap was in order.  The plan was that Cas and I would sleep and clean up after the garage sale, then reconvene for a fancy dinner.

Of course, I had a Groupon.  We went to Geisha Steak and Sushi again.  They are yet another restaurant to which we have been before, and quite like Simply Fondue, we were glad to return... with a discount.

I picked him up, since he had come to my place earlier in the day.  It isn't too long until we're done deciding who picks up whom and which person's place we start from.  We headed out for dinner, which was more like dinner and a show with a hibachi chef in the middle of the table.  This time, we shared the table with a family of eight people.  It felt a little like we were invading someone else's big dinner, but there were two seats left at the table, and that is the way they tend to operate at restaurants like that.

It wasn't much different than the last time we went there, but it was totally fun.  Behold, a flaming pile of onion pieces:

It's Sunday today, so I am headed to Richardson.  At my house, there seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel.  I think it's the disappearance of so much furniture that makes the goal of packing my worldly possessions seem more achievable.  I told Cas yesterday that I kind of wanted to stand in my living room with my arms outstretched, singing about how the hills are alive.  

I mean, there's plenty of space to do that...  Maybe later.