Celebrated the new rank by having some sushi at Dami's in Anchorage. I'm not very knowledgable about sushi; what I lack in experience I make up for with fearlessness and a huge appetite. I don't care what type of fish it is, or how it's served. Just keep it coming, lady.
I think we scarfed down some octopi, shrimp, tuna, scallops, and a host of some other stuff.
My companion was kind enough to inform me that you don't eat the whole soybean. I thought they were peas, and I was devouring them husks and all.
The only downside to the entire evening was the choice of music. Listening to Christmas songs by Anne Murray reminded me too much of the Chinese resturant scene at the end of this movie.
