Brian's House I sometimes spoil myself with some raw fish. After all, I have to absorb all that alcohol so I can partake in communion at the Church of Awesomeness tonight. From the moment I sat down things were going bad, my stomach was turning from the mixed drinks of last night, and the country music videos on the flat-screens behind the bar was unbearable. Just then, one of the older Japanese waitress' cell phone started belting out a Mariah Carey tune. Meanwhile, the restaurant's speakers started playing Whitney Houston's theme song from the Bodyguard.
It was a miracle I kept my food down.