What sushi dreams...

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Ichiban Japanese Cuisine & Sushi Bar was the dinner destination last night, since K & I were both craving sushi for dinner.  They'll be seeing us often - not only was Caro, our waitress very nice, and not only did we end up in the tatami room (okay, the three year old on the other side of the partition was a nuisance, but that was the only downside), after eating plenty of food, and enjoying a large hot sake each, our bill was a lot less than I was expecting.

Plus, and this is a huge factor in their favor, unlike just about every sushi joint in NOLA, they had toro (fatty tuna). . . and they get fresh whole fish in on Fridays, so that was our dessert.  We had gone without for 20 months (since K's brother got married), and, goddamn, it's still delicious.

But, as always, a big sushi dinner makes the nocturnal intra-cranial wanderings veer well into "Dude, that's fucked up" territory.  How weird did it get?

Doing drive-by political opinion polls of neighbors of people we were driving to visit before parking Zim in our hostess' living room and criticizing her for having "the same fucking awful popcorn ceiling I've got"?

Walking around my parent's neighborhood with K, being assaulted by a 300 lb chestnut German Shepherd, which then attacked K and swallowed her whole head? (This was very upsetting, and I managed to thrash myself awake trying to beat the dog off and shoot its owner.)

No, the capper was K & I being in a slash-fic *casts a pointed glance at ldybastet*

Not just -any- slash, mind you, but the mother of all slash. . . Kirk/Spock slash.  I was Kirk.  I was, ostensibly, the D partner.  And yet I was still the one with the dildo up my ass in a cave.

Waking up with the ghost of a vulcan dildo in one's ass is a mighty weird experience, let me tell you.

Comments

[ladysoleil.livejournal.com]

augh. I thank you kindly, good sir, both for the visual and for the partially chewed Golden Grahams decorating my monitor.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

Handi-wipe, dear?

[ladysoleil.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, this was a Windex situation. Note to self. Stop eating cereal while reading LJ. Bad things happen.

[ldybastet.livejournal.com]

ROFLMAO!!!

*holds tummy* owww... oh gods! Absolutely priceless. :-)

I'm sorry if I have had a bad influence on your dream images... *grins* No, I'm not! *laughs*

Amazingly, I've never written any Kirk/Spock. I wonder why? I used to slash them all the time when I was no more than 8 or 9... LOL
I so would like to see the image of Kirk with a vulcan dildo in his arse *grins* Sounds like fun. For me I mean... and possibly Spock too ;-)

[etcet.livejournal.com]

I haven't even been -reading- your slashfic. . . I just blame you for its existence. *smirk* (would it -kill- you to do some F-F? heh)

[ldybastet.livejournal.com]

*g* I didn't think you had, since there are no big boobs in my fic ;-)

I'm just happy to be that insisting thorn reminding you of its existence. ANd yeah, I think it would kill me... maybe. At least if I wrote it as detailed as the M/M slash. It's odd, because I have personal experience of F/F sex, but I guess that since I had a lot of bad experiences with and around it I just find it too icky ;-)

I might to a lower rated fic though, around PG-13 or something *grins* We'll see. There's always xmas...

[etcet.livejournal.com]

well, you could go against grain and do *gasp* M/F!

Oh, the Welsh Rarebit! I'll never have Rarebit again!

[marchenland.livejournal.com]

We had sushi, too, and I had freaky dreams. A sailor, who seemed to be Jim Carey, was intent on raping and killing me; he'd tried it before and now he was after me again. I was locked in "my" office -- a glass-walled and curtained affair, and had called 9-1-1. A kindly but old detective was on the way. Jim Carey ran away to grab something to punch a hole in the glass, and another female stufent came along, and I dragged her inside my office to protet her. Jim Carey punched a fie extinguisher through the glass, and I maced him. "Yummmm, spicy!" he yelled. Like in the X-Men, he had latent, barely noticeable mutant powers, and was able to stretch himself in through the hole. the girl and I kept shoving a sofa against him, and I maced him over and over. I could see the police inspector down the way, TALKING to someone. Finally he gt there and arrested the attacker. The last scene was an out-of-body thing, where I was standing on a rock inside a cavern. I was much thinner (leading me to wonder if it was really me), and wearing a bikini with knee-length red tassels on each hip and the same long tassels on each hand, that seemed to represent blood, and I was standing there, arms extended in the air (almsot like in classic "pounce" position) and crying.

[jruske.livejournal.com]

Not just -any- slash, mind you, but the mother of all slash. . . Kirk/Spock slash. I was Kirk. I was, ostensibly, the D partner. And yet I was still the one with the dildo up my ass in a cave.

Waking up with the ghost of a vulcan dildo in one's ass is a mighty weird experience, let me tell you.

Dude. That alone would preclude me from ever eating Sushi again.

[ex-requiella957.livejournal.com]

I knew there was a reason I've never tried sushi! ;)

[geekers.livejournal.com]

Waking up with the ghost of a vulcan dildo in one's ass is a mighty weird experience, let me tell you.

O.o

I'm glad I don't get the post-eating sushi weirdness. I do, however, get the craving for more sushi quite soon after. Hmph... and now it's your fault I'm craving sushi. :P

[trid.livejournal.com]

OMG...this is the first time in my life I've felt dirty for craving sushi
*twitch*

[etcet.livejournal.com]

you're welcome, Sulu.

>;)

[trid.livejournal.com]

...sure as hell beats being "Crewman #2" or whoever gets killed moments after beaming down...no, wait, would death be preferable???

*twitch*