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Tonight I met up with my best friend Becca who I hadn't seen in about a month. We went out to sushi at an adorable place called Sakura on Wickenden Street in Providence. It's the type of place where you go in and take off your shoes and sit on the floor on cushions etc. I guess I should mention that I am a faux sushi lover as I hate fish (with the exception of Mahi Mahi which I was tricked into eating while under the impression it was poultry). I'm also incredibly allergic to shrimp. I only eat the kind of sushi that's made from vegetables or has chicken in it. I realize that neither of these are really sushi, but I also stopped caring about that three years ago. If you wrap something tasty in seaweed and rice, it's fine by me.
That aside, we were having a discussion about my nerd status increasing dramatically after starting this blog and were deciding what today's should be about. At first, I was going to write about language barriers considering I had such a hard time ordering the food and being understood. Also, Becca waitresses at a Chinese food restaurant and has problems with that often. I thought it would make sense to talk about the importance of language and how it affects our daily lives, ya-de-ya-da.
This idea changed about ten seconds later when a girl sitting at the table next to us stood up to leave, leaned all the way back and flashed everyone in the general area her Britney. Perhaps it was meant to be her tip to the waiter? I'm unsure, but at this point in time I decided that I couldn't write about languages barriers when the girl next to me completely threw them out the window by displaying symbols that are universally understood. I am one of the least conservative people you will ever meet, I could care less if you decide not to wear underwear. Be free! I don't care. However, I did not RSVP to that party.