Self Treated

I don't know why I call my mother when I'm wondering if I should get something. Actually, I know exactly why - because she'll tell me to get it.

Treat Mah Self?

I've been treating myself lately.

I like to do this when Dan's out of town working, as going home to an empty apartment is no fun. So on Monday I stopped by Mermaid Oyster Bar and slammed back a dozen oysters and a champagne cocktail. TREAT YO SELF.

I then treated myself to a new dress and blazer from J. Crew, in a twenty-minute shopping spree that I'll hopefully be able to explain more next week.

I got a manicure.

But you can't JUST treat yourself with clothes, massages, and mimosas, or approximations thereof. You need "fine leather goods."

So... do I buy this?

It's so pretty! It's not even that expensive. I don't need it... but...

Treat myself?

Sushi of Gari

Every so often, Dan and I like to treat ourselves to omakase at Sushi of Gari. Say every eighteen months or so (er... it's expensive). If you've never experienced omakase, save your pennies and do it. You receive sushi from the chef piece by piece, and if they're doing it right, you go through the entire meal with a body buzz.

Sashimi (including my favorites, sea urchin and sweet shrimp):

Something delicious:

Some delicious clam thing:

Red tuna with tofu sauce (incredible):

Salmon with blistered tomato - strange, but it works:

A jewel box of tartare:

Yet another piece that made us swoon (mackerel? I forget. It's shiso and sea urchin on top):

Yeah. Gari knows what he's doing.

Dubious Honor