Met up with Michel last night, for sushi and drinks. I was so friggin would up from work, it wasn't even funny. It took me a good half-hour of venting before I started to unclench and unwind… I really need to start looking for something else. Went for dead fish, always good, and then a drink at Hurleys, my preferred watering hole. (Unfortunately Sara, neither of our serving wenches were there).
We went to Ogilvy post-sushi pre-drink. I'd never set foot in the place, so I was amazed by the caliber of swankness. Wow… I will have to postpone my dreams of pure silk sheets until I'm filthy rich. Jeebus. 1000$ for custom-made sheets is WAY THE HELL out of my league. I was willing to shell out a few hundred, but this is just nuts! I'll go back to the Linen Chest and get some 450-threadcount Egyptian cotton sheets, and that will be more than sufficient.