The last time I went to Modai, a popular sushi place, it was very late at night, and the atmosphere was very club-like. It was dark, the music was loud, we sat on a couch while we ate our sushi. Last night was a completely different experience. It was bright and relatively quiet. The sushi, however, remained amazing. Laura and I showed up early, 7, and were immediately seated in the window by an older Japanese lady who patted me on the back in a motherly fashion.
Through a complicated series of events which I will not get into here, I ended up picking up my first piece of the night with my hands and eating it - I swear that I'm amazing at the chopsticks. I can pick up grains of rice and ice cubes, people. But. This was beyond my control. Laura and I laughed about it and went on eating and talking, but five minutes later, the sweet, older, grandfatherly sushi chef came up to us and asks how our meal is, and we reply very affirmatively that it's delicious, and then he shyly hands me this:
Yes, that's a homemade set of child's chopsticks. Because he'd been watching me eat the first piece, and made me these because he wanted me to be able to eat my sushi in the proper manner. It was very sweet, but I didn't use them because, um, I know how to use chopsticks.
After dinner, sake, and a dragon (I don't know what it was, but it was pink and had Absolut Kurant in it), Laura and I wandered around the Loop until it was time to go to the movie at the Tivoli. And if you haven't already, run out and see Thank You For Smoking. Seriously, some of the wittiest dialogue I've seen in a movie in 10 years. An insane amount of famous actors, including Katie Holmes pre-brainwashing. And the dialogue is so smart! I've said that already, but I don't care. I can't get over it. I'm actually going to drag my law school studying fiend of a husband to go see it in the theatre with me again (shhh!! He doesn't know this yet.) because it was that good.
And after that fun night, today will be filled with laundry and house cleaning. Yay!