I have had sushi three times in the last two days, and none were my doing. The last bit, a hour ago after Mr.Q and I called a date night and went to see my friend sing. The person on stage after her snipped at us for chatting [very quietly and unobtrusively] because it was “distracting”.
So, we left. And went for sushi.
I’m now up and disturbingly awake for this hour and I will pay for it tomorrow but, in the mean time, it was a good night out, the Magpie didn’t even peep while we were gone and the babysitter didn’t eat my last bag of popcorn.
I could handle this more often.