And now back to our regular blogging...
S.L. here, to tell you all about my Amazing Culinary Adventures. You wouldn't think to look at me, but I'm quite the culinary explorer. Have chopsticks, will travel, and all that.
Recently, my adventuring took me to a steakhouse and sushi restaurant called Samurai 21 with a bunch of Auntie Nettie's relatives.
We started off with a clear broth to cleanse our palates and to get ready for the floor show with a side of food. 
Here I am, hungrily waiting for my dinner. All the soup did was make me hungrier. Where's the fried noodles?
The chef was totalling ignoring me as he flung food around right and left. Do you think he couldn't see me? I wasn't hiding behind the Diet Coke or anything.
When I finally did get some food, all I got was 'shrooms. (Not even the fun kind of 'shrooms either!) To make an '80s reference and date myself, "Where's the beef?"
You would have thought I learned my lesson at the girls' holiday party, but once again, I had a little too much to drink. I may have gotten in my cups a bit too much. I blanked out for a while again. I think I passed out ...
Whoops. I guess I did. Here's proof.
Next thing I remember, there was this tremendous fireball. HOLY SMOKES! I know I was lit, but this is ridiculous.
The explosion knocked me off my feet. Luckily, I didn't make a splash down in the dipping sauce. I didn't want to be that kind of spicy at a family party.
The family decided to sober me up a bit more, with some watered down Diet Coke until I could get home and sleep it off. (That or they decided to try and drown me ... I really can't remember ... the photographic evidence could support either theory.)
I am totally ashamed. Auntie's nephew was there, and he was better behaved than me. No wonder the chef was flinging food at him. I have decided that perhaps I should seek some help for my partying ways. No more sake for me at the sushi bars. No margaritas at the Mexican joints. No more limoncellos at the Italian place up the street.
Coming up next, my adventures at a Chip Shop in Chelsea sans a pint, or a lager, or Pims.
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