Last night Kim and I went to dinner at Sammy Chu's because even though I loathe the Empire-esque / East Sac-Land Park (rich) snots that it seems to attract, I am a slave to their crispy tofu and the dried green beans. And let's not even speak of the ginger kamikazes or the mango with sticky rice shall we? As such, weeknights are a good time for places like Sammy Chu's...it's less crowded and the people seem less, well, icky. Because it's usually not as busy on a Wednesday as compared to, say a Saturday night, I found it really hilarious when the hostess asked us if we had a reservation.

In Sacramento? On a Wednesday night? Oh please...we're growing up, but not that fast.

Tomorrow: SF for some work and then dinner and another performance of The Black Rider. I'm taking the train down - which if you've never done it - is a lovely trip between Sac and SF (no, really). Cory's meeting me at the corner of Powell & Whatever at Some Time (details TBA) and he'll chauffeur me home. Unless he's still feeling sick and then in that case I'm getting a giant coffee somewhere and blasting the stereo all the way to the H street exit.