That I Were
Wednesday. The annual visit to the cardiologist today. Basically, assuming the various tests come back OK, he's saying I'm OK and that's OK with me. They don't tell you what they really know, the little dickens, and I've grown to suspect they really don't know all that much unless your symptoms fall into a narrow well defined category such as “heart attack”. So my various aches and pains are not easily categorized and I'm left with vague advice such as “don't drink too much, eat too much or exercise too little”. I was relieved when it was over and stopped by my usual morning café on the way home and had a mushroom cheeseburger with potato salad, hold the onions. Felt I needed to get a leg up on a new health regime.
I went by Solano Sushi yesterday for lunch. Solano Sushi is Kenny and Julie Liu's the new sushi shop; the old one, Mr. Sushi, was located about a hundred yards from my front door here in Oakland and the new one is located on Solano Avenue in Albany (next to Berkeley). His old place is now named Coach Sushi and, although it started slowly, it now has lines of people waiting to be seated reflecting the fact the new owners have done a good job.
Kenny's new restaurant is larger, in many ways nicer, has a full bar and is located in a more sushi friendly neighborhood. I had one of each of a number of favorites with a large hot sake, then finished with a small hot sake and a drive back to Roy's in Oakland to meet Mr. E to plan a journey to Livermore when Mr. S, one of our usual crew, was playing.
We never made it to Livermore (which I believe we both understood when we'd decided to meet at Roy's instead of the West Oakland BART station, sitting there as we soon were in Roy's three sheets to the wind) and I seem to recall heading out for more sushi and sake at a Japanese restaurant near Roy's somewhat later. Not a lot of sushi, but, well, a fair amount of sake as it turned out we'd arrived on a two for one night. I really am into this health routine of mine: Sushi, floating in sake and Guinness, prepares you nicely for any old sonogram stress test you may have scheduled for the next morning.
You're lying.
Would that I were.
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