Dined on some sush last night with some good company at Samurai Blue in Ybor City. I don't go to Ybor often, mainly because I don't go to clubs, smoke narcotics or light up a stoagie. But damn, Samurai Blue is the best food ever. I highly recommend the Endless Summer Role (banana, eel, avacado and banana's foster sauce) I've got a little flow just thinking about it.
I digress...who sits down right next to us? Emily Lawrence. But I haven't seen her for close to 8 years. She played like she didn't remember who I was. Sha, as if. She wanted the 3-D spectacular back in the days of Gaither Track and Field. Turns out she's married with the last name Harrison and works for the Melting Pot in marketing. It was rather uneventful, but noteworthy none-the-less. I was this-close to totally snubbing her but I made the effort. See, she doesn't understand, I never make the effort. Most times, I just hide and pretend to not see people I know.
Back in the day though, she was friends with the Puerto Rican Princess, and I thought maybe she would know her whereabouts and I can get my money back. All for naught though.
Sidenote-On the way to a nightcap, we walked past the parking lot that housed the ferris wheel that Joey Fatone fondled the 14-year-old on before asking her age.
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