went out for sushi last night.
with like 10 other girls. mad nice.
had been going through withdrawals since leaving boston.
literally, at logan airport before departure
first thing self did
after going through security
was to make a b-line for the nearest asian restaurant
which was in that case, Wok N' Roll.
ordered a roll
but it smelled like total shit.
so brought the gypsy fish back to the counter and returned it.
that was my last encounter with sushi.
until last night.
have discovered why europeans are so thin;
only gave us each two pieces.
what is that like, 5 calories total?
can probably eat like
27 at once.
was so pissed when finally was over.
tonight is the last night of carnivalle.
had an amazing time tskinopempti (literally "barbecue thursday"... same thing as western "fat tuesday"/mardi gras).
everyone was dressed up crazy
and the parties were so much fun
thought would just die
and it would be alright
because sometimes when a night just feels so perfect
there's no need for anything else.
to my a-list
(you know who you are)
although things are amazing here
miss you everyday.
and am comming home to you soon.
and to my sarah and danielle-
have got a pair and a spare...
and a few waiting for you too.