Tonight, I went out with Red for dinner. She's leaving for Arizona on Saturday, and we decided to make this our last hurrah. Her boyfriend(?) also came, as did Toph from work. He came because Red and I both owed him drinks from graduation. I guess he figured if he didn't collect now, he would miss out on free drinks.
We decided to go to Hibachi on the Plaza. I had never been there before, but I read good reviews. And I love Japanese food.
I was prepared to dislike Red's boyfriend (?). Eight years of being together and no ring, I guess I would have split long before. After having met him, and socialized with him, I did concede to Red (who had been trying to convince me all along), that despite his obvious commitment phobia, he was a nice guy. Instead of just leaving outright, there is now an option for Red to return after her travel stint. The sugar tree has been shaken, and it seems that her boyfriend is starting to come around. Whether things pan out between those two or not...everything usually ends up for the best. As with all things.
At any rate...dinner was good, the service was great. I must say, the place was quite the sausage-fest. International House of Sausage! Not that there is anything wrong with that, but frat boys and hipsters blitzed on saki bombs don't quite do it for me.
Toph was even in rare form as we started down the path to Raunch Land, only to put the kibosh on it out of some respect for the boyfriend we really didn't know well enough to expose him to our true nature. Someday, we're both going to find ourselves on the business end of a sexual harassment lawsuit. Mark my words.
In the morning, I have to drag my ass out of bed and drive Brother to 'bert house...some 70 miles north. Then, I have to drive home, toss some laundry in the washer, go to stupid employee health so they can drag out the dog and pony show. Come home, and try to salvage some sort of nap before I go in to work.
Tomorrow is going to be an awesome day.