Pouring My Own Sake

Tonight was supposed to be a quiet night at home. I pursued no plans with friends and thought I would watch a movie then go to bed early. When I got back from my swim though, I was hungry and tired and so I went out by myself to eat.

My favorite local spots were packed, their bars completely full even at nine o'clock at night. I decided to walk a little down the road to the sushi place, even though I really wanted something hot. I thought maybe the sake would warm me.

Sushi is not really the type of meal you want to be having on your own. There's something too intimate about it for one. It should be shared with someone special. On a slow night, it feels OK to sit at the bar and get a good rapport going with the chef, but this was not such a night. I had to wait a few minutes for a spot and when I got one, I was wedged between couples. I ordered my miso and my sake and I asked the chef what was best that day and got that. Then I sat and I drank and ate, saying nothing. When my sake arrived and I had to pour my own cup I was overcome with a, thankfully, fleeting feeling of self pity.

I finished and walked home where I made a fort out of blankets on my living room floor, using the afghan that I did so with as a child. I set up my pillow and sleeping bag inside and brought my computer in, reading by it's blue light as I would have once with a flashlight, occasionally peering through the walls of my hideout into the darkened living room until sleep overtook me and I faded away.

Newsflash

US Children can't possibly get any fatter.

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