Sakura

For the next few days the cheryy blossoms will be in bloom. This means many days of walking in parks, sitting under trees, and drinking one's self to shit with shochu. Let the joys commence.

Thursday night, Eri, Rachel, Luke, and i did the same thing, although it was underneath fake trees in her house. What was going to be a civil night at the izakaya rapidly transformed into a night of drnken sin in which I slept in my underwear with four other people on two futons. The morning after was no where near as pleasant.

Pierre

While chatting on gay.com, I was privy to being told about by a complete stranger. Apparently, I have a small penis with tight foreskin, puritanical, defensive, yet exotic, well-spoken, and good looking. I am finding out more about me as we speak from this person who claims to know all about me and then some so that I may proceed forth on my route of self-discovery.

Happy Spring Equinox?

Or so it is in Japan, for it is actually a national holiday! Hurrah!

So yesterday, Eri, Juri, and I transit to Machida after work to Machida to meet up with the rest of the gang. That was after sneaking out from work in plainclothes so no student would see me for it is against policy and transiting a good 90 minutes through three trains. But upon arrival we decided that we'd rather eat on our own instead and call it a night.

Today was a little more interesting, though. We went to Harajuku and went window shopping in the most pretentious of places on Omote-Sando St., reminding me once more why I either want to save, become a professional, or whote myself to the rich and generous. We met up with Tiff and her man at Shinjuku later on, where we had some drinks. Calpis sour, baby. All the way.

Tomorrow, same old routine at work. New surprises? I'll try to see if I can create one!

Ah, just tired

So the weekend was quite long and without sleep. It left a bad taste in my mouth as I went to work on Monday, where on the whole I was just tired and aggravated with everything. I hope I am over it today: today is my half day and then tomorrow is a public holiday so I will be seeing my friends.

But please, no clubbing.

The Weekend

So it was quite the hectic weekend last weekend.

Saturday I met up with Alex in Shinjuku for a jaunt around town. I wanted to go to Shinjuku but instead we decided to go to Yoyogi Park, where we saw things that Tokyo is in desperate limited supply of: trees. After observing various flora - well, it there were mostly only trees - we landed in Harajuku near Meiji shrine where we ended up doling free hugs to those who requested it in English on paper signs. Who's a hug ho... Alex and I intend to actually dispense the free hugs on demand next weekend, and kisses for a hundred yen for select clientele. Wouldn't it be nice to give free hugs, get some kisses, and make some money as well?

After our love fest, we shopped around more in Harajuku, including a few shops on Omote-Sando St, which is tres chic, ma chere, tres chic. We saw many clothes priced outrageously and fashioned poorly, but it was fun to peruse through them nonetheless, and now I know where I can go if ever I need to buy a jogging suit that is a thousand dollars so I can sweat in it. We also made a stop at conveyor belt sushi.

Later on that evening we had all-you-can eat Indian. It is a little jarring to see an Indian woman yammer at you full-speed in Japanese. We all proceeded to gorge our faces with naan and other Inidan delights: it was quite tasty but no where near as good as the Indian place down the street - God, Krystle how I miss going there with you!

After suffering from a bad back from crashing at Chez Eri, we all went to Tsukiji for round 2 of the most glorious sushi you and I have ever had. There was fatty tuna. It's 500 JPY for one piece. It was quite smooth. It all just melted in your mouth!

After doing that, but not before shopping in Ginza just to realize that all shoes there look the same and are priced beyond what anyone should pay for them, we started what would become an evening full of class, charm, and witty banter. Stop #1: cheap standing bar in Shibuya. Who can question 200 JPY for half a pint in Japan, anyway? I would have engaged in many drinks had I not realized that I needed to get my passport for ID. But time was not lost as on the return to Shibuya I nursed a wonderful drink of Baileys, Amaretto, and Vodka and proceeded to get drunk, bitching people via e-mail on the train. Upon my return, I rescue Paul from this questionable Japanese man who kept on trying to put the moves on him. He was not cute at all and thus there is no story to tell.

After providing support for Eri as she spewed outside the establishment, we hopped into a cab to the American military hotel in Roppongi, hence my need for ID. Courtesy of our most gracious friends Rico and Paul, we drank some more in the hotel, went to our rooms, and then continued to talk shit about everything on this side of the planet, inclduing how certain authority firgures are in need of anal. We have no idea how Rico did not wake up at all during this female chatter fest. The next morning, we had breakfast. Real breakfast. With real bacon. And a Grande Machiatto which was fully 16 ounces.

And then I hopped into a taxi for work and got there 5 minutes before twelve. The shit continues.

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千葉方面 For Chiba

Almost all of the trains in the Greater Tokyo area run extremely frequently, even at ten, eleven, twelve o'clock at night. So just imagine what a short delay causes across the entire network. On the Yamanote, my coworker asked me if I wanted to take a picture. I could not even get to my bag, the train was so packed. The second train I got onto was even worse. There were hundreds of people in one cart. No one was able to move. The slightest bump sent everyone careening.

It could have been worse. We could have been packed into the train by gentlemen with white gloves. I experienced what it's like to be in an extremely packed train. Now I wish it never to happen again.

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Meh

So I have just realized that I have spent a little over a month but less than two. Living in Tokyo has become less of a novelty and more of a lifestyle, a lifestyle that I truly do enjoy. Simple things such as going to Costco for groceries, cooking, delivering a good lesson, or chilling with my friends make me happy. Hurrah.

Booze is freaking cheap here, too! I bought 750 ml Smirnoff Vodka, 375 mL Bailey's, and 750 mL Amaretto for only 4,500 JPY. There was like only 200 JPY tax on it, which is actually less than the standard 5%.

God bless this land

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