On Friday night,
Prof. Eric Scott Rabkin was sitting two seats ahead of me with his wife--I thought of
I rented a car for the weekend. Remember how I made fun of Hyundai Elantras last week? I am making fun of them again. I got a crummy car with spongy brakes that made weird whirring and whistling noises at freeway speeds, and the windshield wipers were garbage.
We were driving down to Eastern Market and I-94 was at a complete standstill so I hopped off at...Melvindale? If you asked me to list off all the Detroit suburbs, Melvindale would be the one I'd most likely forget and would most likely want to forget. It's Detroit's colon. Smells somewhat like Gary, Indiana. We somehow navigated through Melvindale into Mexicantown, and then past the wonderfully decrepit train station.
By the time we got to Eastern Market, everything was closed. I bought orange gumdrop candies at the Rocky Peanut Company and launched myself into a sugar orbit. I tried calling
We were hungry, so we decided to drive to Noble, a sushi bar I'd heard excellent things about. It's located in the back of an Asian grocery in Clawson at 14 and Main. I thought, mistakenly, that it was on 13 and Main. Google helped me find it: just text message 46645 "sushi clawson, mi" and they'll tell you where it is.
Noble is very tiny, but very good. Some privileged white lady was there with her daughter. She was very impatient. She also wore a cell phone on the side of her head, hanging off her left ear, the entire time. She did actually get one call while we were there, from a friend of hers. We made fun of her. Boondocks basically made fun of her last week, too. I mean, why do you need to wear the thing on your head if you are in a restaurant stuffing your face with sushi? "Mmph, let me choke down this mackerel, okay let's talk real estate"?
The sushi was noticeably better than anyplace else I've been to in Michigan, although I found it more noticeable with the nigiri sushi.
I needed to fill the rental car with gas, so we stopped in Royal Oak and...the door to the gas cap wouldn't pop open. I mean, it would NOT open. Haha, funny! Let's see if we can make it back on a quarter-tank! We made it, but I was annoyed at Enterprise for giving me such a piece-of-junk. I blamed Angie; Jen always gives me free upgrades.
We went to
Logan didn't care for me at first--I think he found my height intimidating. He and
Later, I ate cheese-puffs and her Royal Highness
On Sunday, we'd planned to go to Snow's Sugarbush for the maple syrup festival, and perhaps later to Culvers in Okemos. However, I was pretty sure we couldn't make it there and back on one gallon of gas. The rental car was useless.
Instead, on Sunday I did my taxes.
I am so glad that I had to report my 98-cent qualifying dividend from my 1099-DIV. It's from the 3.6803 shares of CostCo stock I bought when I was drunk.