Anyway, I managed to make it out to meet my dad, despite a bout with a stomach bug earlier in the morning. Chuck blamed my cooking, I blamed an ice cream sunday I bought at a fast food joint. After downing remedy after remedy for explosive stomach pain + heart burn, I was finally in the good to go.
So, I went to St. Paul, the restaurant's called Sakura and is a sushi bar/restaurant that's gotten tons of good reviews. For those of you that know Saint Paul, its only a hop skip and jump away from places like The Ordway and the Xcel Center.
I got there a couple minutes late, okay more like fifteen, because I jumped on the first open lot I found. (Hey, it was only five bucks. Five bucks for a lot in St. Paul must be jumped on.) And then I had to hop skip and jump, okay run, to the restaurant a few blocks down. I had dressed up for the occasion. I was wearing a denim skirt, a paisley top (I'm such a punky/hippy), mismatching socks that matched the outfit (red and yellow) a choker and a pair of amber colored earrings. And on my way to the restaurant someone across the street yelled, "Hey stupid your socks don't match!"
To which I replied, "Thank goodness, I thought you were color-blind!"
They didn't say anything else, but they might not have heard me. There was a lot of traffic. The cities around noon are like that.
I got there, and I saw dad and I sat down. We grinned and started to talk, we ordered, it was his treat so I think I may have gone a little overboard with a bento and some tuna sushi. He brought a bunch of his prints. I got to pick out some that I'll have framed when Chuck and I get our own place.
We were joking around so loudly too. I think half the restaurant ended up staring at us, it was pretty nifty.
The sushi was wonderful, I just couldn't get dad to try it. His response was "I eat sushi all the time, I make my own."
At which point I got an image of him chewing on a Sunfish, spikes 'n all. Hot.
We got and ate our food, Dad refused to use chopsticks. He's funny like that. We kept talking, and the hostess started to hover around us. She got to see dad's photos and rambled in heavily accented english about how awesome they were. And his use of 'refreczion' and 'right'. She showed me what the waitress didn't, how to mix the bean paste with the soy sauce for more tasty sushi.
Dad snapped upteenmillion photos of me stuffin' my face with raw fish. He said he was tempted to take a picture of me when I tried the (ell/squid?) it was rubbery and gross, I like my fish soft and flaky, like the tuna.
So, soon I'll have pictures of me stuffin' my face to show you all! ^_~ Pretty nifty eh?
We topped off lunch with deep fried green tea ice cream. :heaven!: Dad even liked that, he ate over half of it, the hostess got it for us for free, because of my birthday. ^_^ She was a really nice lady, it was awesome, I mean, in American restaurants all the owners do is sit in the back and count money.
After we left, Dad took some photos of the building across the street. The glass reflected the stucco of the building the restaurant was in, and with the natural distortion the glass caused, it made a really kick ass image.
Here again, we were getting strange looks, mostly because Dad was talking to a building like you would a stripping model. "Oh yeah baby! Do it for me, a little to the left, oh yeah! Now, just down a little more..."
And me, I was going "Yeah! Do it! DOEEEEEET!"
But it might have been the fact that Dad wasn't wearing a winter coat and I was in a knee length skirt in 30 degree weather, it's hard to tell with these things.
We parted ways smiling, having had fun and stuff, and then I learned a most valuable lesson. Always use the bathroom after drinking three cups of pop and two of water. Unless you want a very painful ride home. >< Luckily I found a gas station...and the rest is history.
Someday, that woman will forgive me for almost knocking her over on my way to the bathroom...
Well, that does it, I ♥ ya all!
So, I went to St. Paul, the restaurant's called Sakura and is a sushi bar/restaurant that's gotten tons of good reviews. For those of you that know Saint Paul, its only a hop skip and jump away from places like The Ordway and the Xcel Center.
I got there a couple minutes late, okay more like fifteen, because I jumped on the first open lot I found. (Hey, it was only five bucks. Five bucks for a lot in St. Paul must be jumped on.) And then I had to hop skip and jump, okay run, to the restaurant a few blocks down. I had dressed up for the occasion. I was wearing a denim skirt, a paisley top (I'm such a punky/hippy), mismatching socks that matched the outfit (red and yellow) a choker and a pair of amber colored earrings. And on my way to the restaurant someone across the street yelled, "Hey stupid your socks don't match!"
To which I replied, "Thank goodness, I thought you were color-blind!"
They didn't say anything else, but they might not have heard me. There was a lot of traffic. The cities around noon are like that.
I got there, and I saw dad and I sat down. We grinned and started to talk, we ordered, it was his treat so I think I may have gone a little overboard with a bento and some tuna sushi. He brought a bunch of his prints. I got to pick out some that I'll have framed when Chuck and I get our own place.
We were joking around so loudly too. I think half the restaurant ended up staring at us, it was pretty nifty.
The sushi was wonderful, I just couldn't get dad to try it. His response was "I eat sushi all the time, I make my own."
At which point I got an image of him chewing on a Sunfish, spikes 'n all. Hot.
We got and ate our food, Dad refused to use chopsticks. He's funny like that. We kept talking, and the hostess started to hover around us. She got to see dad's photos and rambled in heavily accented english about how awesome they were. And his use of 'refreczion' and 'right'. She showed me what the waitress didn't, how to mix the bean paste with the soy sauce for more tasty sushi.
Dad snapped upteenmillion photos of me stuffin' my face with raw fish. He said he was tempted to take a picture of me when I tried the (ell/squid?) it was rubbery and gross, I like my fish soft and flaky, like the tuna.
So, soon I'll have pictures of me stuffin' my face to show you all! ^_~ Pretty nifty eh?
We topped off lunch with deep fried green tea ice cream. :heaven!: Dad even liked that, he ate over half of it, the hostess got it for us for free, because of my birthday. ^_^ She was a really nice lady, it was awesome, I mean, in American restaurants all the owners do is sit in the back and count money.
After we left, Dad took some photos of the building across the street. The glass reflected the stucco of the building the restaurant was in, and with the natural distortion the glass caused, it made a really kick ass image.
Here again, we were getting strange looks, mostly because Dad was talking to a building like you would a stripping model. "Oh yeah baby! Do it for me, a little to the left, oh yeah! Now, just down a little more..."
And me, I was going "Yeah! Do it! DOEEEEEET!"
But it might have been the fact that Dad wasn't wearing a winter coat and I was in a knee length skirt in 30 degree weather, it's hard to tell with these things.
We parted ways smiling, having had fun and stuff, and then I learned a most valuable lesson. Always use the bathroom after drinking three cups of pop and two of water. Unless you want a very painful ride home. >< Luckily I found a gas station...and the rest is history.
Someday, that woman will forgive me for almost knocking her over on my way to the bathroom...
Well, that does it, I ♥ ya all!
A denim skirt is dressing up? What do you usually wear when you go out, pink pajamas with the feet and the buttons over the bum area and bunny ears?
Your dad's a photog? That explains alot.. The reason you think he doesn't pay alot of attention to you is that you haven't followed in his footsteps... or have you? I know that Benni used to do the school thing, and with her tats, if she herself isn't the artist, she is at least the canvas in that respect. Also, at work, she is doing something that has traditionally (in other countries anyway) been an art form. You just need to be doing something artistic to get noticed more... like, go work at Subway like a nephew of mine does... then you too can be a "sandwich artist."
But seriously, it looks like you did indeed have a great time, and now I know why "spending the day" (which is what I thought you and your dad were gonna do as I recall) is such a short amount of time when your sis talks about stuff like this. Its an inherited trait. No one in your family must equate "spending the day" as more than a couple hours. I was under the impression this term means 8-12 hours. But if it works, it works... and this way you're able to spend the day with several different people that never meet each other. I guess.
Ouch. That ended up in a not as cheery-a-way as I thought it would. So therefore... "Have a great _________" (fill in the blank)!!!!