Oily Fish

Last night was Jon the fiancé’s Cartoonist Conspiracy night, Harry the baby was with his Grandma, so Heidi of course was at the bar.  The sushi bar that is.  Hamachi nigiri is the closest to eating a slice of butter I can get while staying health conscious.  I love oily fish.  The sushi man said, I’ll get you another oily fish, and then he took off his pants.  Not really!  He’d be fired and he wouldn’t want to risk his job because he’s worked there for seven years and says he “rests his hat” there.  This is the level of intimacy I achieve with those around me when I go anywhere alone. 

A Friend of Jon's at Cartoonist Conspiracy

Speaking of intimacy, there were two young women sitting next to me and I could not help but eavesdrop because it’s basically my favorite activity.  I’m listening, drinking my sake, drawing a picture of a person with a cluster headache*.  Then they bring up getting nails done and I decide this is the perfect time to intrude on their chat.  A pleasant intrusion, I’m sure they would refer to me as. 

We get to talking, I ask one if she did end up cheating on Marcus (again, I’m an excellent eavesdropper) and she adamantly replied that she never did because he’s a beautiful person.  After asking these two strangers a few more very intimate questions we get to talking about me writing.  They ask what I’ve been writing about, I pretend to be talking to the sushi chef.  Unfortunately he was looking away, so they kept at me.  Finally I had to show them, and this is where I think I began to lose them.  The last sentence I had scratched said, “Dolphin Slasher Film.”

Seeing the frightened looks on their faces, I try to  do the whole “my uncle’s gay!” thing saying just that afternoon I had instructed any followers of my blog to not kill any puppies. 

Women I now know intimately:  Oh yeah, like at the humane society.

Me(an intimate friend of those women):  No like kill-kill.

WINKI:  Oh, like Michael Vick.

M(IFW):  No!  I mean he was making money off those fights.  I mean like, taking a puppy and stabbing it. 

While I said that last part I mimed taking a puppy and stabbing it. 

Then I wrote them a note letting them know we were friends now and sushi ended.

*A person with a cluster headache is smiling on one side of there face (always stay positive, glass half full) and the other side has liquid oozing out of everywhere.  If you’ve ever had a cluster headache, you’ll agree that’s exactly what happens.  

Hey, here's a link!  This song, more than any other, makes me miss JonnyCakes.

http://www.myspace.com/video/vid/7773870