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Scar Tissue

Wow. I was social on a Friday evening. Go figure.

Paul introduced Zach and I to Musashi, a delightful, delicious, and damn cheap sushi place in my own neighborhood! Who knew! I was once suspicious (and fearful for my gastrointestinal health) at the very mention of the phrase "cheap sushi." But, I trusted Paul; and damn - what fine sushi! The place is tinytinytiny. Barely a dozen tables. I can see why I've passed it many times without notice, even though it is simply on the opposite end of Wallingford from my humble abode. There's usually a line stretching out onto North 45th Street, demonstrating the establishment's popularity with Seattlites of all ages, ethnicities, and sexual orientations; though, on a side note, I do believe the restaurant patrons that evening consisted largely of gay couples. I do hope Paul, Zach, and I weren't mistaken for a gay threesome. What an impression to leave upon Wallingford's best.

Whilst waitng for our orders of nigiri and various sushi rolls, a woman passing by the restaurant pounded on the glass right by our table, startling all three of us into a tizzy. But, she was no random crazylady. Indeed, it was Amy - a fellow 2003 Augustana graduate! One of three that I know of (including myself) to relocate to Seattle right after graduation in May. This is the second time she and I have met randomly in Seattle (the first being this summer at Alki Beach in West Seattle). This time, it was a bit closer to home for both of us. We both apparently live in Wallingford (albeit on opposite ends). I ran out and exchanged hugs, stories, laughter, and finally telephone numbers. I shall hopefully see more of her now that we have established geographic proximity.

Our next stop for the evening: Theatresports. We met up with Paul's friend Matt, a charming Seattlite Zach and I had previously met at one of Jacoba's Salon gatherings. The crowd was small that evening, but the show was quite entertaining. Especially when the following occurred:

Needing an audience suggestion for a new skit, Team Messy Breakup asked for any interesting stories from the audience regarding interesting scars they might have. Zach had them all beat for this one. Writing in his chair with excitement, he relayed the story of a car accident in high school that (among other things... and allow me to apologize now if some readers find this squeamish) took a quarter-sized chunk of skin & flesh from his forehead (on his right side, near his hairline - take a gander when you're next near him). The docs, needing some "non-essential" skin to graft onto his forehead, took it from the most logical locale on his body - where apparently there was plenty to spare - his ass. Yes, they took a sample of skin from his butt and grafted it onto his forehead. Zach is a butthead. Seriously. He relayed this story to all of Theatresports, to the side-splitting delight of the audience and the performers; his story suggestion made for an equally side-splitting skit brought on by both Teams Messy Breakup and X-mas Men. To top it all off, Zach won the highly-coveted award for "best suggestion" of the evening, walking out with four tickets to Unexpected Productions shows and a bobbing-head Jesus doll.

After such a climax, we had to end the evening at Nitelite - a new bar for me. Scarily enough, Zach, Matt, and I all independently started with a gin and tonic, though Zach was the only lawyer among us. Freaky. But fear not - Matt and I switched next to beer. The four of us talked, laughed, played with the bobbing-head Jesus doll... finally retiring after last call.

I'm not a hermit after all!
And I'm not a butthead!

Posted by James at December 6, 2003 11:48 PM