Omikase makes me gase!

Exercise: pre-menstrual naps.

Breakfast: 2 slices fried Spam (lite!), 2 fried eggs, re-fried rice.

Lunch: chicken noodle soup from Subway, 1 medium original-pomegranate pinkberry with raspberries, strawberries, and yogurt chips.

Dinner: Omikase menu at the Katsuya restaurant in Studio City! Today was Allie's birthday celebration dinner. She is 28. There were 8 courses:

1. an amuse bouche of sea urchin, fruit, and soy sauce
2. a trio of tastes: seared scallop and black caviar, king crab and cucumbers, and seared tuna slices
3. broth with shrimp ball
4. assorted sashimi - toro and king crab with avocado
5. miso cooked black cod fish, steamed vegetables
6. tempura: vegetables and fish
7. 6 different sushi - eel, egg, spicy tuna on a toasted rice cake, needlefish, tuna, scallop
8. fresh fruits and mochi ice cream

As the dinner drew to a close, Simon and I started whispering to each other, "God, all of a sudden I'm really gassy. We gotta leave, right now."

And for the rest of the drive home we took turns farting horribly, blaming the other person, and then rolling down the car windows. It was kinda sweet in a sick way, and it reminded me of my parents' marriage.