The post before the first post about sushi

This is the post before the first post about sushi. I haven’t written much lately due to the demands placed on me as a world class blog writer person. Actually I haven’t written because I could not write this post until my friend that got married came back and we had a chance to talk about her wedding as I would never hurt her feelings in a million years.

Anyway, a couple of Saturdays ago one of my best friends got married. It was a beautiful ceremony at a grand old hotel here in town. There was a lavish reception with plenty of food, champagne and dancing. I don’t dance but I might have since the champagne was great, perfectly chilled and as some can attest champagne brings out the stupid in me. It makes me think I have some notion of rhythm.

I have no sense of rhythm, and any number of drummers I have worked with over the last 27 years can attest to this.

The finger sandwiches were horrid. Simply terrible, and it was due to this I could not write about it until Monday when the blushing bride returned from her honeymoon to announce to me that she thought they sucked. So it became ok for me to say so as well.

They sucked. They sucked bad. They sucked in much the same way that a week in Cancun doesn’t suck. And the sushi was gone by the time I returned from the bar, except for some sort of grilled chicken teriyaki which was really good, if by “really good” you mean "it also sucked."

But the bride and the groom are wonderful people, and their families were really, really nice and I think it was my favorite wedding in at least the last decade.

Also there was an extremely tall, insanely hot dentist who was a great dancer and fun to watch. If the dental thing doesn’t work out she should consider a career in the exhibitionist arts.

During the ceremony two U2 songs were used which permanently endeared the bride to my co author on this site, the Wasabi Princess. The Princess looked fabulous, ravishing in fact. After we found a table with some folks I know from school, we cut out to the bar down stairs so the Princess could grab a smoke and we could both grab some vodka. This hotel is quite old and proud of the mens room outside the bar which is tiled and decorated in art deco style. After showing it to the Princess, and after quite a bit more vodka we returned to our table.

I stepped away from the table to fetch more champagne and my friends asked where we had been. The Princess replied “The men’s room down stairs.”

When this was met with stares of confusion she added “It’s blow job Saturday. We had to go to the men’s room.”

It was about that time when I knew why I love her.

It was also about that time when we decided to go back to the bar before heading out for sushi.