Anyway, we started off the weekend with a nice quiet date night since we knew we had lots of Christmas shopping to knock out. We hadn't had sushi since we got back into Raleigh so we decided on Waraji. This is our absolute favorite thing there:
The Scary Jerry roll. It's got lots and lots of stuff in it but I specifically remember seeing him put scallop and crunchy tempura bits in there and it's wrapped reverse-style (seaweed on the inside, rice on the outside), and then shrimp and crab are wrapped over that and it's topped with some spicy tuna mix, a slice of avocado and sprinkled with some spicy stuff. It's not on the menu so you have to be "in the know" and ask for it specially. It's funny because whenever you order it, the sushi chef kind of nods at you like you're in the club. The only bad thing about it is that it's so big, it's impossible to eat gracefully. Make no mistake, this is NOT first date food. Unless you happen to be going out with a chipmunk, who would certainly find big, full, stuffed, puffed-out cheeks attractive...
And one of the best parts of Friday evening was that I got drunk-texted from one of my favorite people. I won't blatantly call her out, but if you have an inquisitive mind and want to play the click-through game, let's just say she and I have a history of texting fun.
Saturday, we spent pretty much the entire afternoon Christmas shopping. Quel nightmare. Every store we went into I wanted to hurt someone. A prime example - Starbucks. We decided we needed some redcuppy goodness to fortify us for our shopping. I order a grande skinny no-whip Peppermint Mocha and the little skank behind the counter goes "We can't do that skinny. We don't have no-sugar Peppermint syrup." And I retort "Generally when I order that, you just put skim milk in it." She says "Well, skinny means no-sugar syrup and skim milk." So I go "Well just put the skim milk in it and that's fine."
Jason is watching this whole exchange and I just know he's thinking "Starbucks girl, are you crazy? Do you realize who you're dealing with here?? She will cut you! Just put the freaking skim milk in there and wish her a happy holiday! Don't try to school her on barista lingo! She will totally come across that counter and introduce her fist to your jaw!" Then Jason orders his Espresso Truffle beverage and she looks at him all lusty-eyed and goes "Delicious." I have so rarely had such a visceral urge to strangle someone.
Anyway, two malls and countless stores later, we were over it. We swung by Fresh Market and picked up steak and crabcakes for dinner. Jason donned his chef jacket and got down to biz-nass.
And I supervised from the counter. (Trust. It's better this way.)
Sunday was more of the same. Except the only shopping I got done was for myself. I had a Saks gift card burning a hole in my pocket and I'd heard they were having crazy sales already. I wound up with a new pair of Juicy Couture pj's. Catherine got me hooked on designer jammies a couple of years ago when she got me my first pair for Christmas. See? I blame those around me for my champagne taste.