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January
31, 2004
Himself decided we should brave the weather last night -
and go out for sushi. Yum! The little
restaurant we went to has absolutely the best sushi and
sashimi, and is a place we've been going to for
years. i'm sure the owners wonder about us - we've
been in there in full dress up gear (even Himself in His
kilt), in full dressed down gear, on various nights of the
week, had the day cuffs with us, and even had a spat once
(a quiet one though!) It's just one of those places
you can call home.
He was going to tailor my food selections around the low-carb
thing, but i threw caution to the wind. There wasn't
a chance that i was going to miss out on any of the good
tastes! We had edamame,
and tempura,
and miso
soup* as a starter - then some salmon
sashimi, maguro,
unagi,
salmon
skin hand roll, and a few other types of
rolls. And of course, sake.
*NB:
i've never tried the miso soup recipe - but it looks
interesting.
It was all very cool to go there again. And i found
myself automatically slipping back into our
"routine" of Him ordering what we should
eat. i loved it! Mind you, with a bit of the sake,
and a small glass of wine when we returned home, i not
only slept like a baby, i'm struggling to wake up
now.
Weird dreams though. i think my head is definitely
twisted into a play captive space. i dreamed that we
were in some building or house - i think it was more like
a house, but had big space and brightness, and missing a
wall so that the room spilled out onto a beautiful garden
and pond area.
i was kneeling, butt resting against my feet and was naked
except for a heavy cloth draped around my belly. Go
figure, the aversion i have for my stomach carries into my
dreams!
Himself was there and had cuffed my hands behind my back,
and i was being examined by someone else. And i
wasn't terribly happy about that, but really turned on at
the same time. There were other people milling
about, not paying any attention to us, and Himself went
off to visit with them, but in my dream His eyes kept
watching me. i started to panic when i saw Him
walking away, but then stopped when i understood that He
was still right there.
Hey, it was a dream - are they supposed to make
sense? The guy who was doing the examining was
laughing in an evil kind of way - maybe evil is the wrong
word - determined is better, and smug, like he was in
control. Which he was. And then i was being
led closer to something and i could feel my insides
tensing in anticipation of something ... and then i woke
up.
Damnit!
It was one of those "nnnnnnoooooooooooo - let me
sleep some more i want to find out what happens"
moments. No matter what, you can't fall back asleep,
yet 3/4's of you is still in the dream.
And then reality kicked in and i remembered that i was
supposed to get up and practice painting another self
portrait 'cause i'm failing miserably at skin tones in art
class. So far i can only paint brown people with any
reasonable sort of accuracy - probably because it's a
colour shade i can actually see.
Maybe i should try my breast colours?
 
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