Last night a group of us from the store went to eat sushi at Sato's in Edwards, the neighboring town to Avon. There was some sort of ocassion, but it was really an excuse to socialize outside our "normal" realm. We ordered a ton of sushi. When our order came, it was presented on this massive wooden boat that took uo the entire table. There was hamchi sashimi, unagi, quail eggs, tons and tons of rolls and a few large bottles of saki. The 7 of us plowed through the sushi. We ordered desert, green tea ice cream (for me), brownie a la mode, and tempura ice cream.

Before the bill came, Kurt, my unpredicatable manager, dared Lucy, our 18 year old Braziliian photographer to eat this leaf that the sushi was presented on. But not just the leaf. He rolled it up and stuffed it with wasabi and rolled it in sweet unagi sauce. If she could eat it, Kurt would pick up the tab. Lucy was game. She put the finger roll in her mouth, started chewing but right when it looked like she was going to get the thing down, she gagged, spit it up, starting tearing and we all busted up laughing. It was hillarious.

The bill comes and Kurt says if we just pitch in 20 bucks, he'll pick up the rest. Very cool. Except his debit card is denied. He says he used it before earlier in the day and this tab (360 buck with tip) put him over his limit. He tried to call his bank but he couldn't get through, so guess what happened? Guess who offered to pick up the bill. That's right. It actually cost me 380 bucks because I had given Kurt 20 bucks before and never got it back. Now if he doesn't pay me back in two days, I will feel totally justified in taking the cash out of the til. What an idiot.