Monday the 13th

Monday was my friend Ashley's 21st birthday, so we went out to dinner to celebrate. We had the best sushi ever! Loved it! Crunchy eel, rock shrimp with cilantro, California rolls, etc. Dip it in some soy sauce with a little wasabi and you're good to go!

(Going clockwise: Me, Ashley, Jon, Andrea, Molly, Merry, Taci, and Rachel.)

The Wasabi Story

After we finished our delicious sushi, there was quite a bit of wasabi left on the plate. Merry and Jon started discussing the price they would ask for to eat it all. I wasn't sure if they were truly willing to dish out the money, but I listened intently to their conversation. I thought, I could use the money, and I like wasabi . . . I'll eat it! I didn't want to do it alone, so Jon agreed to eat some of it as well. We divided up the wasabi into two equal balls. Everyone else laid their money out on the table while Merry grabbed her camera to capture a video of us in pain. On the count of three, we popped the lumps of wasabi into our mouths and swallowed as quickly as possible. It burned a little and my eyes began to water slightly, but all in all, it wasn't that exciting. Kind of anti climatic if you ask me. No yelling or screaming for water, no smoke coming out of our ears, no fire-breathing either. I think everyone was disappointed. Hey, it was an easy $8 though! (Which I spent Wednesday night on a ticket to see Harry Potter.)

The Cupcake Story

After dinner, came the cupcakes . . . Ashley had gone to the Cupcakery earlier that day and purchased 15 beautiful cupcakes of all different flavors. They all looked so good, she said that she just had to try one of everything! She is so great! There was vanilla, pumpkin, lemon, raspberry, strawberry, and German chocolate (just to name a few). The butter pecan was one of my favorites, along with the pumpkin and the lemon. We all grabbed a fork and dug in so everyone could taste a bite of each. We soon devoured the rich and buttery goodness, only to become comatose shorty thereafter due to an overdose of sweet bliss.

The aftermath . . .

To this day I still don't know if it was the cupcakes or the wasabi that gave me a stomach ache that night. Perhaps it was the combination of both . . . I tried not to imagine them churning about inside me.