Saturday, March 19, 2005
She Laughed at Me
I went to visit Mari at her studio yesterday. I got to see her new 'do s/p cutting 14" off for Locks of Love. She looks fantastic, of course.
As we painted, we debated over giving art as presents.
Mari: You don't want recipients of your art to feel obliged to hang the painting up if they don't like it. What if they have to rearrange all of their artwork every time you visit, just to make it look like your painting has always been on the wall?
ME: But it's the thought that counts, right? It's more meaningful than something I would buy.
As I struggled over difficulties in mixing the perfect color...
Mari: But you're so hard on yourself. What if you don't like the painting but then you need to see it hanging at their house every time you visit?
As I grumbled at the florescent green paint I'd unintentionally created in my pallet, Mari could tell that I wasn't budging.
Mari: Well, I guess if you don't like it, you can still go out and buy a gift, right?
Later that evening, I followed Mari's hand-drawn map to Iroha for a Japanese food date with C.
Skewers arrived at the table, served on a laquer tray. A mini grill sat next to a plate of impailed chicken, mushrooms and shrimp. I placed a skewer on the grill.
C (laughing): I think they're already cooked. I think the grill is just ornamental.
Flames reached up and seaered the shrimp. I love food that I can participate in cooking. Cook dinner at home? Forget it. But cook my dinner at a restaurant - it's so much fun. Perhaps it was wishful thinking.
ME (waving an abnoxiously dramatic Euro-American gesture towards the waitress): Excuse me. Am I doing this right?
The waitress politely covered her smile with her hand as she answered: Um... just enjoy.
I looked at C, who saw my apparent confusion (I've never been particularly good at picking up on subtleties). C addressed the waitress: They're already cooked, right?
The waitress' hand continued to suppress her giggle as she carefully let out the answer: Yes.
Don't worry, Mari, I didn't tell them that one of their regulars had referred me there. ;-)
As we painted, we debated over giving art as presents.
Mari: You don't want recipients of your art to feel obliged to hang the painting up if they don't like it. What if they have to rearrange all of their artwork every time you visit, just to make it look like your painting has always been on the wall?
ME: But it's the thought that counts, right? It's more meaningful than something I would buy.
As I struggled over difficulties in mixing the perfect color...
Mari: But you're so hard on yourself. What if you don't like the painting but then you need to see it hanging at their house every time you visit?
As I grumbled at the florescent green paint I'd unintentionally created in my pallet, Mari could tell that I wasn't budging.
Mari: Well, I guess if you don't like it, you can still go out and buy a gift, right?
Later that evening, I followed Mari's hand-drawn map to Iroha for a Japanese food date with C.
Skewers arrived at the table, served on a laquer tray. A mini grill sat next to a plate of impailed chicken, mushrooms and shrimp. I placed a skewer on the grill.
C (laughing): I think they're already cooked. I think the grill is just ornamental.
Flames reached up and seaered the shrimp. I love food that I can participate in cooking. Cook dinner at home? Forget it. But cook my dinner at a restaurant - it's so much fun. Perhaps it was wishful thinking.
ME (waving an abnoxiously dramatic Euro-American gesture towards the waitress): Excuse me. Am I doing this right?
The waitress politely covered her smile with her hand as she answered: Um... just enjoy.
I looked at C, who saw my apparent confusion (I've never been particularly good at picking up on subtleties). C addressed the waitress: They're already cooked, right?
The waitress' hand continued to suppress her giggle as she carefully let out the answer: Yes.
Don't worry, Mari, I didn't tell them that one of their regulars had referred me there. ;-)
Comments:
LOL, poor RN!
I accidentally freaked out when we went to a habatchi house in houston... I didn't know there was supposed to be a part of the table on fire, I swear.
I accidentally freaked out when we went to a habatchi house in houston... I didn't know there was supposed to be a part of the table on fire, I swear.
"I love food that I can participate in cooking. Cook dinner at home? Forget it. But cook my dinner at a restaurant - it's so much fun."
So true :)
Nice writing.
So true :)
Nice writing.
LOL. Oh My God. Mari, you were not suppose to tell me that those mushrooms were stuffed with pork. I was suppose to die ignorant of that fact. I hadn't eaten pork - nor any mammal, in fact - in 12 years! The waitress told me that whole platter was chicken! LOL. I can laugh at this only now because enough days have passed that I won't make myself sick thinking about it because surely all that pork has been digested by now. Is that why my tummy has been so fussy? LOL. But yes, C ordered the ramen, though they were out of the sansai ramen, so she got the egg ramen. I am obsessed with kitsune soba and they didn't offer it, so I'll still have to stick to Mifune for my kitsune. [sigh] Iroha was very nice and mellow, though. Much more peaceful and relaxing an atmosphere than Mifune.
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