I might barf. Oh wait, I did.

So, I can't eat sushi. We went out for sushi to celebrate the completion of Allison's big grad school applications. We went to Blowfish. It was such a cool place. The decor was great, the drinks were fantastic (Chopin up, shaken iced cold with a twist) and the sushi tasted great. Well, it did upon impact but then all went wrong. I got that familiar feeling in my stomach/chest/wherever and I politely excused myself for a little bulemic episode. It's ok. At least I got to eat a piece of sushi. I came back and ate the inside of my negi hama roll (Chopped hamachi with green onions) and had another little bit of my sashimi. It was all good. I figure, in the future, I can always try to order the inside of a negi hama roll - sometimes sashimi is just too hardcore for me.

All in all, it was a learning experience and it was better to learn it with Allison and Lisa than out in the world.