pretty smart, for an herbivore

CY and I went to indulge in sushi after work. I haven't had real sushi (i.e., not the Central Market California rolls) since the last time I went out with her, and I'd never been to Uchi either, but I'm always game for sushi.

It was all pretty phenomenal, though perhaps not what I should be spending my money on just before Christmas. The talented (not to mention, very cute) executive chef, Tyson Evans, did much of the sushi preparation right before our eyes, and the restaurant was just... gorgeous. Aesthetically, it was the sort of place where it hurt to look at things because they were so perfect, and with every glance, I was framing a potential picture with ideal composition, texture, and colors. I left my camera out in the car, which seems like the healthier choice, though I missed it terribly throughout the dinner.

The sushi bar is the best place to hang out, I think. It was fun watching the sushi chefs work and banter among one another, and it seems like there's always an opportunity to eavesdrop. And the food itself was phenomenal, too. I've always been a bit frightened of unagi, because my first experience with it was a rubbery, fishy-tasting blob, but it came in my chef's choice sushi order, and it bore no resemblance to my previous bad experience. It was incredibly tender and flavorful.

We returned home after sushi to find C still plugging away on her comps. A three-day exam is (understandably) exhausting, and she's definitely worn out. She just has to survive until 9am tomorrow, and I think she'll make it. She took a break to talk to CY and me as we were studying up on travelling to Singapore and Antarctica, and somehow... somehow we got to talking about the fuzzy bunny-monsters.

A year and a half ago, before we got the kittens, C and I were at one of the local pet stores, just to look at the things they had. I wanted to see the hedgehogs, because I wanted to have a hedgehog and name it Hedgewig. It didn't happen, obviously, but while we were there, we saw a little cage with fluff-balls inside. The cage had a sign on it: "Fuzzy Bunny Monsters $15". They were adorable, with misbehaving hair that stuck up every-which-way.

C was telling CY about how playful rabbits can be, and she described playing bunny-tag, concluding, "They're pretty smart, for herbivores." That cracked my shit up, since C is one of my favorite herbivores. And once I started laughing, they started cracking up, too, and pretty soon, we were all laughing until tears ran down our faces.

There are nine hours and twenty-three minutes until C's comps are due. She has more to go, but I think she'll be fine in the end.

She's pretty smart, for an herbivore.