Husband and I have spent far too much money eating out this week.
I feel justified in the extra cost, though. Because of my jam-packed work week and Husband’s cold, we haven’t much felt like cooking. Plus, we went out for a few friends’ birthdays, and, after a funeral, no one wants to make lunch.
Les’ funeral was at 10 a.m. today (Saturday, Nov. 19). I cried. A lot. Thank goodness someone brought extra tissues.
The service was nice. His son and pastor gave beautiful eulogies. When his son asked how many people in the room had had coffee with his dad, almost every arm in the room rose.
Coffee drinkers unite!
After the service, Husband and I went to Cinnamon’s Deli with friends for brunch. Their half-sandwich is the size of my head. I got a 1/2 BLT with a bread cup of cream of broccoli soup. Husband got a 1/2 BLT, too. We’re so predictable.
At a near-campus restaurant and bar, the Elliott School put together a come-and-go get together for students who worked on the Greensburg Rebirth and Symphony in the Flint Hills projects. I went to Greensburg. I wish I would have done the Flint Hills project.
On Friday night, our friend turned 34. We went to Sumo to celebrate. I would like to recapitulate the awesomeness here.
The little angry sumo dude made me smile ridiculously.
Our chef said his name was Kato. I do not believe him. He made an onion ring “volcano” and talked about pro football with the guys.
He made a fried rice heart for our friend’s birthday. Hilarious. (Our friend who cannot catch shrimp bits in his mouth. Psh.)
I ordered the Petite Filet Mignon with steamed rice and veggies. Happiness. Husband got the Spicy Pepper Steak.
Only complaint: Too much saltiness. A little less salt next time folks.