Groupon Obsession is Back

Nashville recently ran a groupon special for a sushi making class. On Sunday night my friend Brittney said she had been wondering who in the world would do that. The answer is me…  And 3 of my friends that I conned into it, which is really a harsher word than necessary. I didn’t even have to resort to guilt (I travel and am gone all the time, don’t you waaant to spend time with me?) to get them to agree.

So Saturday night the four of us traveled to Capital Asian Buffet (yes, really) to learn how to make a California roll.

I’ll backtrack a little to include the fact that this was not my first groupon redeemed that day. My roommate Mickey got us massages for my birthday. Before you ask, it was not couples. Also, I don’t see the appeal of being in a room with your significant other, being rubbed by strangers. It’s not like you’re going to get a lot of good conversation in.

Anyway, it’s obviously a while since my birthday (August if you forgot to send presents) so we were determined to get it in this weekend. So Mick was setting up the appointments and asked if I had a preference for man or woman masseuse. Being the progressive, hip girl I am, I of course said no. Which I then promptly forgot until we were sitting in a room about to be taken in and a Dave Navarro looking guy came in. Which was pretty unsettling cause.. well.. Dave Navarro looks like this:

Luckily he was not my fate. Instead I got a blinky guy named Clark. Who really looks like the nicest nervous person you’ve ever met. I know he’s a professional and used to rubbing girls for a living. So I just told myself that over and over in my head. Clark is a true gentleman, even when saying the phrase ‘uhh, so just put your robe here.. and then get under the sheet.. and uhh.. put the mask over your eyes.’ Sorry what? I’m going to be blindfolded basically? But while creepy, that little eye mask was nice. And I did eventually forget the weirdness of the situation, except when I had to flip.

I feel like I might have become spoiled by this place. They gave you robes and the waiting room was dim with relaxing music and any kind of tea you wanted. Some women were a little chatty so I had to lie a little and pretend I do this all the time. The words ‘oh yeah, usually when I get a massage’ actually came out of my mouth.

The best news was that I was relaxed and ready for my sushi making experience, which I’ll pick up again now.

So we walked into this ENORMOUS buffet restaurant with about 10 patrons. Were led to a back room where they were holding the class. A giant TV was playing Wipeout, which was funny, MXC y’all.

Let me just say the class ended up being an absolute success, but you know when you’ve suggested a restaurant or activity and it’s horrible and you’re embarrassed, I thought that was coming at first. There weren’t enough seats for us, they never asked for our groupon information and it was feeling sketchy.

Then I saw the divorced friends with the most giant bottle of wine ever and realized we were in for a night of fun. Those ladies knew how to party, if by party you mean talk loudly about their ex-husbands and the random guy who was totally stalking them on facebook. The other attendees were a really cool looking girl who my friend Rachel thought was with the other girls and they were ignoring her. In reality I assume she was quietly judging all of us. I respect that. And the last duo was a boyfriend/girlfriend. I’m also making assumptions here, but the class HAD to be his idea.

I’m going to go ahead and say that this class did VERY little in the way of preparing me for making sushi on my own. But, if you provide me with absolutely everything I need precut and ready to go, I can make you a fantastic roll or Nigiri.

Here is all of us with Jimmy, who was quit the ladies man. But seriously, we asked him if he had plans but he was busy.

Linda and I working on our Nigiri. That’s my ‘haha guys, look how funny I’m being by making a weird face’ face.

 

 

Above is the picture right after I created a chicken/duck out of an APPLE y’all. Jimmy was such a good teacher/made fun of me in broken English the whole time. It felt right.