Beverly Hills 213, Sushi Sushi!
03. Aug, 2005 
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This is a picture of the Santa Monica pier that I felt was worth sharing. Purty.
I got home this evening to my weekly magazine on my door step. The latest issue of Beverly Hills 213, hooray! Reading this will let me keep up with the latest fads, the coolest celebrity hang-outs, and what sort of shoe I should be wearing. Considering they are advertising $400 shoes, I think I’ll pass. This time. And every time.
I ate at a nice little joint on Beverly called Sushi Sushi this evening. We sat at the Sushi Bar, where the Sushi Nazi served up raw delicacies from the far East. The Sushi Nazi? Yeah thats what I said. Think Soup Nazi, just with Sushi, and more Japanese. He got angry at someone for ordering too much food at once, so we played it nice and slow with some Asahi throughout. It was a great sushi place, but I’ve had better.
In other news, I am starting to learn about high priced sport cars. Don’t be fooled, this is merely a direct result of living in Beverly Hills. Lesson of the evening: the Mclaren Mercedes SLR is serious hotness.
Guh, sushi, I am glad I never got on that bandwagon, but for 400 big ones those shoes are probably pretty good, alternatively you could go hippie and then go shoe less
You’d be surprised. Sushi, although raw and frightening at first, is quite delicious. I prefer cut rolls, which include rice and all other sorts of things, so its not like you are eating a chunk of raw fish all at once.