900,000 tons of Steel

While the title has nothing to do with anything, it has been a sing-song day, and that one has popped up.

My friends and I ate at a place called Sake. We were given the typical treatment that we've come accustomed too: Lots of attention. We ordered martinis, and we had them with our sushi. All great! We then got a 2nd tray of drinks 'on the house.' HAHA!! When we were walking towards the door, the guy who seated us almost ran into me trying to get to the door before me (MY HAND WAS ALREADY EXTENDED TO OPEN THE DOOR). He succeeded. 5 other waitors came out and said by to the three of us. We giggled of course, but it was fun. woot.


I heard a great song in the cab this morning. Lyrics (On top of sweet electric music, and sung by a semi-raspy man voice): "No bailaba? No Bailaba? Quê horrible! Quê horrible!" teehee. Then, the next song, in English said, "What do I gotta do to make you sleep with me." Awkward!