Managed to change rooms at the hotel, thank heavens, as the previous room had a permanent running water sound going right next to the headboard and the fridge ran non stop (empty fridges do). And the shower head came off in my hand.
By the command of my grandboss, I ate at Tokyo House last night. Excellent sushi (cut too thin by Vancouver standards) and the Kirin was FRESH. I don’t know where people get the idea that things are cheaper in the US; the tab came to quite a bit more than the equivalent meal would have cost in Vancouver. But the best part was the music. I have never been in a Japanese restaurant that played an acid jazz version of Dear Prudence. I remember thinking, hey I recognize that and then cudgeling my brains for about a minute trying to remember exactly which song it was. They also played Exchange, unless my ears cheated me, but a song I didn’t recognize, and mellow Ibizan club music. Never heard a mix like that before.
Next door is the Reader’s Choice bookstore, which is run by a simply wonderful woman. There were about a hundred books I wanted to buy, but I bought two six packs of American beer instead. Was tempted to buy the Hawaiian beer – I mean really, just for the novelty – but I went for decent local brews. Washington is home to some simply excellent brews, so I am looking forward to demolishing them in company later.
Yesterday colleague Al stood me and a couple of others to lunch, and the picture above is from that.
Just to round off my birthday, there was a documentary about the man I love to hate, Charles Ng, (and Leonard Lake). I have mentioned him in earlier blogs. I remember reading about him when I was a young and impressionable woman, and thinking, you know, if somebody handed me a gun and told me to execute him, I wouldn’t hate myself in the morning. I can’t say that about too many people. In fact, off the top of my head, I can’t think of anybody else… although I am sure I’ll hear suggestions now.
No, I don’t want to hurt any political figures, including the POTUS, for two reasons. He just pardoned a turkey and Dick Cheney scares me worse.
