Sushi, Sayonara, Settlement

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I got an extension to respond to a plaintiff's adversary proceeding, so that opened me up a bit to have lunch today with my pal, Little Chief. Here we are at each other's weddings last year, just one month apart!

Little Chief is moving back to NYC on Saturday. I am dejected. I was so glad we got to dine together at Takami Sushi. You might recall that I went to happy hour there not too long ago.

Little Chief had the Tropical Avocado Bowl, which was comprised of sashimi, mango, onion, and avocado. Little Chief said it was fresh and great, and she's not even a big mango fan. I had the Miso Chilean Sea Bass Bento Box. The sea bass had a nice champagne yuzu sauce drizzled atop of it -- tender, flavorful, delectable. My meal also included gyoza, mozzarella cheese and tomato, green salad, seaweed salad, and a California roll. Nothing outstanding amongst these sides, but still very satisfying. The Monkey always appreciates variety!

We shared the infamous spicy tuna on crispy rice...after an extremely long wait. It was well worth the wait, though. This may be my fave thing on the menu. Spicy. Hot. Crunchy. How could you not like this?

Little Chief is a girl who speaks her mind (it's no surprise we're such good friends), so she complained to our server about the extended wait time. After awhile, a stylish bespectacled young man in a crisp charcoal pinstriped suit came to our table. He apologized for the long wait and said our meal was on the house. Whee! Gotta give Takami props for that! It's like Takami knew Little Chief was leaving -- the free food was a little sayonara present. Tee hee!

When I got back to the office, I was cc'ed on an e-mail from a partner ("El Jefe") to our client about possible settlement of a case. In the e-mail, El Jefe advised our client to split the difference with the other side to save money, time, and aggravation. El Jefe wrote, "I don't see a reason to do the 'settlement dance.'"

I replied to El Jefe's e-mail with a serious answer and ended with "I wonder if the 'settlement dance' may be found on YouTube." After a few more interchanges and some careful crafting, I sent El Jefe my following masterpiece (sing it to the tune of "The Safety Dance"):

S-S-S-S
E-E-E-E
T-T-T-T
T-T-T-T
L-L-L-L
E-E-E-E

We can dance if we want to
We can leave your case behind
‘Cause your case won’t pay
And if it won’t pay
Well, it’s no case of mine

We can stop where we want to
There’s a price that we can find
And we can act like we’re pissed
About the whole thing
So the price won’t be that high

And we can dance

Ah, we can pay what we want to
The case is young, and so am I
And we can talk all day
About what to pay
And watch the other side cry

We can end if we want to
If we don’t nobody will
And you can act real rude
And totally removed
And I can act like an imbecile

I say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything’s under control
We can dance, we can dance
Client’s got money to dole

We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your cash
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody’s making a dash

Settlement dance!
Ohh, the settlement dance!

I do my best to bring a little fun to work. Ok. I'm a dork. But don't lie. I know you were singing it.