Anyone who knows me at least half-decently would understand that I live my life based (quite consistently) around a series of basic principles. Examples of these ideologies would include:
- I don't like people;
- I don't like to go out much;
- I don't like fish;
- Infact I don't really like eating in general...
Why do I mention this?
Although one would think they should know better, someone thought it would be a great idea to invite me out to dinner with a bunch of people tonight. Dinner at a Japanese restaurant, that is...
Considering the bullet points above, it is with great hesitation that I say the night wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. There were all sorts of different things on offer where we went - different types of sushi obviously (norimaki and nigiri, pictured below), as well as octopus, tofu/beancurd salads, raw tuna/salmon/"chicken", gyoza (pork dumplings), Japanese omelettes and so on...
I maybe tried about half of the items on offer, and it all tasted fishy to my uncultured tongue. :)
To compete with this fishyness, I was left with an almost bitter taste in my mouth after realising the quite certain likelyhood that I'll be forced to do this again very soon. The reason being that this evening's guest of honour, a lovely and very pleasant Japanese lady, was not able to join us for the dinner as originally planned.
A second-attempt at getting the whole group together for dinner is inevitable thanks to some persistent social engineering (matchmaking) by one individual. Although I get so worked up about these events (minor as they are), a part of me thinks I should probably thank her for exploiting the fact I'm too courteous to say "leave me alone" to all these invitations.
Without her help (and you know who you are...), I would probably never leave the house. :)