All You Can Eat Sushi, and Snow. (But not at the same time)

On Saturday Super Husband's class gathered at a Japanese restaurant near their school.
We thought we were going to be late because it took us almost 30 minutes to flag down a taxi, but we got out right as everyone was shuffling past us, huddled into their jackets after walking in the cold. It was a stroke of luck, too, because we would have walked in the wrong direction if we hadn't seen them.
So we all trundled into the restaurant and were ushered into one of those cool booth/rooms with the sliding papered panels, and the table set low in the center. We had to take off our shoes before going in, but that was the only down side.
Well, that and the fact that the layout means that the servers hand all of the drinks and plates to whoever was unlucky enough to find themselves seated by the door.
For 58rmb($9.50)/person (and there were 15 of us) we were presented with unlimited bottles of beer, coke, sprite, juice, water, or tea, sushi, sashimi, fried pork (possibly milanese style), fried boneless chicken, some sort of fish with the head, tail, and scales still attached of which I did not partake, fried potatoes, edamame, and some other things that I don't know the names of.
Now, here I must say that I tolerate sushi. I don't love it, or crave it. I eat it when it is presented, or when Super Husband craves it.
But I have to admit, I was rather pleasantly surprised by this place.
The salmon sashimi melted in my mouth.
The sushi rolls didn't have the weird seaweed-y aftertaste taste that I don't enjoy.
All in all, it was a rather pleasant evening.
From there, a few of us went to Wudaoko. I think the original plan had been to keep the party going, but we ended up by mutual agreement in The Bridge, a nice coffee shop that's open 24hours.
I had a cafe americano, because it got free refills, and a brownie.
Super Husband got a blueberry cheesecake and a hot chocolate.
My coffee was coffee, but Super Husband waxed poetic about his hot chocolate. It was, apparently, the perfect combination of chocolate, sweetness, and milk.
He wouldn't even let me have a sip.
My brownie was quite good, as well. I generally enjoy a fudgier brownie, but this was served a la mode, and I allowed it to soak up all the vanilla goodness.
Except for the spoonful of ice cream that I slipped into my coffee.
Super Husband's blueberry cheesecake seemed to be a disappointment to him, but that may be because only three blueberries graced the top of the cake, and not even a drop of blueberry syrup was drizzled decoratively around the plate.
Poor presentation, mixed with lackluster flavor.

But that was Saturday, and now it's Wednesday.
Not much has happened between those days. I went to work, he went to school.
Except that today... well..
It's snowing.

I didn't realize this morning that that was the cause of the distinct lack of light, but as I pushed the door to my building open with the front wheel of my bicycle it hit me.

Quite literally.

I was blasted in the face by tiny snowflakes. 

I'd never ridden my bike through the snow before, and it was really quite fun. You don't achieve the same sort of light speed feeling that you get when driving through the snow. Possibly because I wasn't using headlights. 

Anyway, I'm about to cut this short and go make snow angels outside.

I have decided that if the drivers and the guard think I'm crazy, well, that's a small price to pay for a tiny snowman and some snow angels.