Jeans and Sneakers

Aside from going back to getting less than enough sleep again. . .work is working out pretty good so far.  Day two went more smoothly than day one.  Mostly because I knew some of the things I could do on my own to keep busy.  I wonder if tomorrow is going to be a full day.  They might eventually have me design some print ads for them.

I made pancakes when I came home today.  Well, not immediately after coming home, I played Obilvion for awhile. . .(until now. . .it’s 7pm and I got home at noon.  What a waste of time. . .:[  But fun!) and then got really hungry and made pancakes.  Pancakes are so good with orange juice.  Orange juice is just good.

I want to finish my socks!  I’m going to work on sock #2 after I post this.  I’m trying to decide if I want to rip out about 20 rows of stitches. . .maybe a few less. . .because I didn’t  rib long enough.  I could have sworn I did, but I didn’t.  Seeing as how the socks are like. . .hideous (I really, really, really hate the color way.  But I’m still going to wear them.  I’ll like them better when they’re on my feet and not in my hands.) I don’t think it’ll matter that much.

Oh!  So we went to Gasho yesterday. . .man what a disappointment.  The first Gasho of Japan that my family found was on this beautiful piece of property with a garden and bunnies, and the building had high ceilings that looked to be held up by log support beams stripped of their bark and tied together with rope.  The hibachi tables that you sit at were mostly cooking surface, and the plates were hand painted, kiln glazed earthenware.  The chefs were extremely talented artists who knew how to entertain while preparing your dinner.  Now it’s totally commercialized.  This building looked like it had been an office building that was newly renovated, but not entirely completed.   The hibachi tables were mostly table with a tiny cooking surface, and the plates were plastic.  Even the chopsticks were a cheaper brand.  And our chef, while definitely asian, was pretty young, and both Rob and I suspected that his accent and poor english could have been an act.  He pulled off most of the tricks without a problem, but he dropped some things a few times.  But by far the worst part, was how he kept singing little clips of played out top 40 songs from somewhere around 2000.  It’s got to be part of Gasho’s company policy, or part of the coursework at whatever school teaches them the tricks.  It seemed like the chef was embarassed that he had to keep singing these little snippets of songs that haven’t been good since I was 18.  That’s got to be degrading, especially since the town that the restaurant is in, most of their clientele (if any, they almost closed before we got there last night because they had no customers) will be pretty ghetto high school and early college kids.  :/

Next time we’re going to Benihana.