Something smells fishy

Hello, Mile High City!

Welcome to the latest chapter in the story that should be called I Laugh at Myself Every Damn Day.

Today started earlier than normal, as I had some important business to attend to across town. Greenwood Village, to be exact. Full of zombie suburban moms and rich snooty-pantses.

I awoke rather groggily at the wee hour of six, decided to lie around for the half hour to follow, and finally readied myself for the day. What was my mission, you ask? Sushi. For breakfast. And lunch.

As a new employee of the Hapa Sushi Group, I had to endure hours and hours of fresh seafood in order to familiarize myself with the menu. What a freakin' bummer. Ha. Ha.

So I took the bike I am currently borrowing, and got on the light rail at about seven this morning. while on the train, unable to move because you must stand with your bike, and because I was surrounded by four other cyclists, I started daydreaming. What thought should break me from my useless string of meaningless ideas? I had no idea which stop I should get off at, nor where I was supposed to go, really. Awesome preparation skills. Maybe I should have looked at that map a second time when I looked up this vital information yesterday.

So I guessed which stop to get off at, and headed south from there.

After riding for what seemed like an eternity, I finally came upon a gas station, where I asked a Random for directions. This was a mistake. While we bonded over Star Wars (he had an R2-D2 belt buckle, and I have two Star Wars tattoos), this guy had no idea what he was talking about, even after he Googled the location. So I rode at least a mile out of my way, but I eventually found the damn restaurant, and everything was ok.

There were about fifty of us at the tasting, and so you should be able to imagine the number of sushi rolls lined up on top of the sushi bar. Nineteen different rolls, with enough for everyone to try them all. It was a glorious sight to behold. We started with appetizers, moved on to entrees, and finished with all of those beautiful rolls. However, I was full before the entrees came out, so I only really tried a few of the rolls. I wished so much that I could be a cow and have eight stomachs. Or however many they have. Eight seems excessive.

After a two hour break, we came back to taste fish. This was the BEST part of the day. I got to taste every type of fish that is served in the restaurant. Sea urchin? Yeah, I put that in my mouth. It was like fishy garbage with the consistency of peanut butter that's been sitting out too long. Other than that, everything was awesome (only because I refused to eat the natto. It turns out that fermented soybeans taste exactly how they smell- like garbage and feet).

As if that wasn't the perfect seafood-filled day, what happened after the tasting was the icing on the cake. I was told I'd been selected to work opening night! So about ten of us got the lowdown on what to expect next weekend for the opening, and then I started heading back downtown.

Now, after a brief visit to my great friend V, I'm sitting in The BB eating fish and chips, trying to decide what to take camping this weekend. CAMPING! Oh, how I have missed camping in the very beautiful and great state of Colorado. We won't be able to have any fires, but I'll have good friends, my girl and my bro with me, so it should be a pretty fantastic time.

And so, until THAT crazy chapter, I bid you adieu.