Practical, not prantical

I had sushi with the lovely and hilarious Michelle last night at Shiki Kitchen on 1st Avenue. It's supposed to be Brazilian sushi, but tasted just like regular sushi.

Michelle's having some boy trouble and asked me for advice, because, I'm "one of the most level-headed and reasonable people she knows." I suspect she only thinks this because I'm older than she is.

While I did, in fact, give her some very reasonable advice, if I'm one of the most level-headed people she knows, she's hanging out with some serious fucking crazies.