As planned, a small band of eating adventurers went to Boulder under the cloudy grey skies, where they dined on many a delicious delicacy fresh from the ocean waters. This time, in attendance were A, B, D, G, and, in non-compliance with the grade lettering scheme previously introduced, someone I shall refer to as E. E, like A, has two X chromosomes. (Interestingly enough, it would seem that as a general rule, the ratio of those with two X chromosomes to those with an X and a Y chromosome is somewhat similar to the ratio of vowels to consonants, but this theoretical supposition -- which, to date, has yet not been conclusively proven -- is really not relevant to the facts of this case.)

The five travelers piled into E's car, and proceeded on the journey, taken on a winding and convoluted route in an attempt to avoid the many never-ending road construction delays of the metropolis. Eventually, the hungry strangers arrived, famished from their tortorous travels through peril and hardship. Just when they were nearing the brink of starvation, they had reached the much-sought-after realms of paradise on Pearl Street. (Need I remind everyone that Pearl Street is not to be confused with Perl Street? Or are we beyond needing such trivial hand-holding by now?)

Once there, the five were quickly seated (as had been the plan; they had left the office quite early in the hopes that just such an event might occur). E, who had visited this particular dining establishment in the past, recommended the roll combo, which featured a nice pre-selected assortment of rice-wrapped animal matter and other tasty goodies. Everyone but D decided to follow E's recommendation. (Some who have read and remembered the ancient texts may recall that D is in fact an herbivore. If I was a casual reader, I certainly wouldn't have retained such an obscure fact, however.) D ordered a selection of items from the plants-only section.

In addition, each of the omnivores selected various other random items (and as we shall see in a moment, for some of us, the selection was truly random.) This time, in an effort to avoid grossing out other members of the party, B attempted to insure that he did not order any shrimp heads. He was successful at this. (Note that I said he did not order any shrimp heads; there was no legally binding clause which said he would not eat any such foods.) Instead, he decided to venture in a different direction, and spotted an item on the menu which said "quail eggs". Having never tasted a quail egg before, he decided it could make for an interesting experience, and placed an order for one. The waitress then had to return and instruct him that the egg needed to be placed atop another seafood item, which he had to select.

Shortly after the ordering ritual was complete, the soup was brought out, and mmmmmm, was it delicous! So good, in fact, that B almost wonders if, in the future, he could simply come in, order a couple gallons of the stuff, and just make that the lunch. Ever tasty, it was.

Shortly after the soup came the main course: Lots of delicious rolls (methinks the crab has the best flavor), salmon for B and E, and lots of other items for everyone. B's quail eggs also came, raw and unbroken, atop rolls with some sort of reddish fish matter stuff. Everyone dug into their food. Then, A's other dish came.

lol. I take this as complete and total evidence that none of us really know what the hell we're doing when we set foot into these places. A bowl, and sticking out the top.... Tada! Not one, but two charming little heads. Nearly identical to the surprise end-of-meal treat B had been presented with on the previous occassion. (Except they were not served in the same sauce.)

B encouraged A to "be brave" and taste the delicious little creatures, but A would have no part of it. She pushed the bowl a good distance away from her plate, and attempted to continue her meal in peace. lol.

After devouring several of the normal rolls, B gritted his teeth, and decided to attack the quail egg. Eating the reddish roll with the egg yolk atop it in one giant bite, he could feel the slimy substance coating the inside of his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and could feel the chilly, gooey proteins working their way down his throat. Not gonna be ordering those next time. :)

B offered to trade his second quail egg to A in exchange for one of her shrimp heads. A accepted, and even sweetened the deal a bit by offering not one, but both heads as part of the package. What a bonus! :)

A and B proceeded to devour the newly bartered foods, although this time, B only ingested the base of each head, and did not finish off the antennas as he had done previously. Still very tasty, but just not quite the same without that liquidy sauce which was served at the other restaurant.

By the time he finished his food, B got the strong sensation that his stomach was so full, that the last few bites were still backed up in his esophagus. A did not even finish her last few items. D, E, and G finished theirs, but I don't think they had ordered quite as much as B and A.

The five left the restaurant with happy, satisfied stomachs. It had been a delicious lunch. By the time they arrived back at the office, a surprising 2.5 hours had passed since their departure. lol. And just what do we do to earn these salaries, again? Another joyous occassion came to a close.

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After work, I arrived home with a still-full stomach, and plopped on the bed almost immediately to drift off into a blissful sleep. I awoke at 2015, and decided I was in the mood for a little good old fashion Chris Carter style creepism. Watched the episode Ice, which is, quite simply, an awesome little exploration into the psychosis which comes with discovering odd little worm-like parasites under 250,000-year-old ice in the isolated northern fringes of Alaska. How 'bout one or two of them things for dinner? :)

After that, I decided that I wasn't completely unhungry, and went to the kitchen to devour a couple bagels. Mmmmmm.

After talking a few odds and ends with bouncing, I returned here to type... this. Gotta keep those content vultures happy. Otherwise, they might turn on me. ;)

And now, I think I shall revert to a little DVD watching, to be followed by some more nice sleep, to be followed by a little bit of web page improvement :), to be followed by a search for some new PC hardware, to be followed by.... Who knows what else? :)