Final Sushi

Last night I went downtown for my final sushi run before my mission. The 6 of us rode the train down and made our way to the Happy Sumo. There was a bit of a wait, so we trotted over to Starbucks and got us some hot chocolate. After not too long, I got a call from the Sumo and we went down to get our table.

The 6 of us included 3 sushi lovers (myself included), 1 who used to eat sushi but had a bad experience, and 2 n00bs. As much as I enjoy spreading the love of sushi to others, taking n00bs is always a painful experience. I always feel like I'm the host of Fear Factor or something. The only difference is that while I'm coaching them through eating it, I'm shoveling it in. You'd think that would act as a comfort, but it didn't seem to. After all, some people eat ants.

On the way back we ended up bailing off the train and going into a hotel because a few bladders were about to explode. Never a dull moment...