Tales from the Hibachi
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Last night's dinner was fun. Getting there was not half of that fun. Actually, strike that: getting there was just not fun, full stop.
It should have been so easy: get the 46 from High Holborn directly to Swiss Cottage. However, when I got to King's Cross on this stupid overcrowded single-decker monstrosity, I found that the road we should have been taking past King's Cross, and several roads nearby, had been roped off by police. The traffic around King's Cross at 6 pm on weekdays is pretty severe at the best of times. This? This was stupid. This was "Everybody Hurts", seeing people's thoughts in Courier New font, abandon your car and bloody well walk home traffic. Well, nothing was blown up or on fire, so I suppose it wasn't too bad.
Got to pub, sat and chatted with
dodgyhoodoo and
weaselbitch for awhile, then we went for food. The food was stellar as always, but I think we got a new guy manning the hibachi. These suspicions arise from a) the fact that he did very little in the way of flashy stuff and b) the fact that there were stone-faced Japanese people watching the poor guy every time we turned around. Seriously, I thought that the one little guy in the suit who all but had a big neon sign reading MANAGER over his head was going to do the thumbs-down thing and have a bunch of bus-boys drag him off and throw him to the lions or something. The guy cooking for the next table was flashy, though -- bit of a pyromaniac, too. He made this little hollow conical mountain out of carefully arranged onion, filled it with cooking oil and set it on fire. Then played tribal drumbeats with his salt and pepper shakers while the onion volcano burned. It was neat.
Fading Suns, though. Yay. I'd sound more enthused, because I am enthused, really ... it's just that I'm tired and depressed and hacked off. And it's only Tuesday. *sigh* Roll on, weekend. Because after that, it's only a week until I have my holiday. Maybe I'll get some decent rest during said holiday.
It should have been so easy: get the 46 from High Holborn directly to Swiss Cottage. However, when I got to King's Cross on this stupid overcrowded single-decker monstrosity, I found that the road we should have been taking past King's Cross, and several roads nearby, had been roped off by police. The traffic around King's Cross at 6 pm on weekdays is pretty severe at the best of times. This? This was stupid. This was "Everybody Hurts", seeing people's thoughts in Courier New font, abandon your car and bloody well walk home traffic. Well, nothing was blown up or on fire, so I suppose it wasn't too bad.
Got to pub, sat and chatted with
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Fading Suns, though. Yay. I'd sound more enthused, because I am enthused, really ... it's just that I'm tired and depressed and hacked off. And it's only Tuesday. *sigh* Roll on, weekend. Because after that, it's only a week until I have my holiday. Maybe I'll get some decent rest during said holiday.
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