Monday, September 22, 2008

Birthday!

Saturday was my 25th birthday! How exciting. Matt took me out for a fancy lunch at the Nago Terrace Resort. He also got me a subscription to Us Weekly and a bottle of nice perfume. Woohoo!

I'll post pictures when I'm feeling less lazy or my camera is more close.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Food!

Taco Rice
Taco Rice is an Okinawan phenomenon, and while I was initially wary of rice topped with taco accoutrements, I have since become a huge fan of the Taco Rice. It’s basically rice with taco meat, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese and salsa, the last two being my favorite parts. I’ve made it several times at home with fresh(ish) guacamole and highly suggest you all make it at home, too.

Sushi/ Sushi go round
Matt loves sushi. Loves it enough for the both of us… and Molly. I could go on (but I won’t). We go out for sushi probably every other weekend. Sushi places are relatively common Stateside, but something new we’ve found is the Sushi-go-round. The idea of a sushi-go-round is simple: The sushi chef continuously creates lovely little sushi yummies and puts each piece or pair on a colored plate corresponding to the price of the sushi. The plates go on a conveyor belt around the sushi center and as the sushi passes you, you are free to grab whatever your heart desires. Matt loves sushi-go-rounds and often over-indulges in the sushi goodness.

Macdonald’s/Mos Burger
While we do have several McDonald’s on-island, there is also the Japanese equivalent: Mos Burger. I had Mos for the first time last week and it was great. The staff was amazingly polite and helped me count out my yen. We engaged in a bow-off when she handed me my to-go bag. This embarrassed Matt greatly. Haha. My teriyaki burger was sufficient and the French fries were pretty good. This is probably where Angel and I will eat when my family comes to visit and Matt finally has sushi buddies.

More to come…

My First Coffee.

In The Basic School, we spouses are scared straight with a little pamphlet known as The Parade Rest Book. It is handed out to the new Officer’s wives as a resource on the etiquette expected of us, often with the terrifyingly deficient caveat: “Some of the stuff in here is really outdated.” Thanks.

Coffees are a part of Officer’s spouse culture, and up until last night, I had avoided these “networking” functions. You all know that the mere thought of schmoozing makes me feel terribly nauseated. Spending two to three hours with wives I’ve never met? Doesn’t sound like a good time to me, even without the advice I received during TBS. “Dress appropriately -- only wear dress slacks as a last resort!” “Whatever you do, DO NOT arrive early!” Hostess gifts, calling cards, proper conversation… It’s enough to make your head spin.

Last night was my first coffee and lucky for me, I didn’t have to go alone. Another wife from across the street carpooled with me and we were both able to avoid any of those awkward standing alone moments. I was able to introduce her to a few women I’ve met and we got to know one another a little better.

In the end, all of the anxiety was unwarranted. I met a new friend and learned a little about the options available to wives here. Painless, for the most part.