ladies night sushi

I had a ladies night last Saturday with two female friends that absolutely kill me.  We got all decked out like Christmas trees and hit the town for a little sushi, pre-gaming at neighborhood Irish bar, some full-on karaoke and then a return to the Irish bar.  Just in case you wanted to know, I sang “Boot Skootin’ Boogie,” my friend sang Reba’s “Fancy” and my other friend sang “Hey Jude” and “Fresh Prince of Bell Air,” which was funny ‘cause she didn’t want to sing at all.  Just goes to show that we got her a little liquored up.  I took over the stage and started the Electric Boogie during someone’s song, but I’d do that sober if given the chance.

Anyway, gussied up like a couple of $50 dollar street-walkers (not really, we looked damn sexy), we weren’t necessarily the most lady like Ladies Night ladies out on the town.  In fact, I made the Irish bartender make us all rootbeer drinks just so we could get some burping going on.  And one of my lady friends laughs loud enough to temporarily deafen you, which is so funny that I start laughing extremely loud so we reverberate throughout the bar and draw stares.  She also snorts while laughing, so funny.  And my other friend impersonates us but looks like she’s a partially paralyzed stroke victim – one side droops like she’s drooling, the other is laughing - which makes me laugh despite having had a partially paralyzed stroke victim grandfather. 

During sushi, I had to teaching the ladies on honor and the sushi restaurant.  I learned the sushi-honor-code from the Man, he learned it from his sister.  It involves: eating all the sushi you order and eating the entire roll in one bite.  The Man may have made up the last one just for shits-and-giggles, but I follow it.   

This is me schooling my girlfriends.  They made me lean into the table ‘cause it was an up-light and the bar was too dark for the picture.  I had to hold my flattering pose while my friends laughed uproariously at me and strangers stared for about 30 seconds.  How big are my eyes!?!?!  Serious, nothing is sexier than a woman with wasabi soy and fish-eggs roe dribbling down her chin.  At least my family honor is upheld.