Just watch us burn

This weekend was a three-day weekend, thanks to a schedule switch. And not one moment was wasted. Saturday I went to Shinjuku Gyoen, where one may actually risk forgetting that they are in the biggest city in the world even though the world's busiest train station is a hop, skip, and jump that way. After seeing the cherry blossoms there I decided to get lost in the cherry blossoms at Senzokuike. Don't ask me where that is: many people who live here do not know, either.

The havoc started when I met up with Nicky and Eri in Shibuya. After being schooled in how being in the biggest city in the world need not necessitate that you will not run into someone who you have hit on in the past at some random bar, pretend to ignore,but tell your friends, who will in turn stare and catch him staring, and he will in turn tell his friends who will in turn stare back, causing a ping pong of stares which is not comfortable at all, we decided to go to Naka-Meguro on Sei's promise that there will be many more cherry blossoms. We saw a few, but it was quite windy, so we took refuge by trespassing under a shelter in property that was fenced off to the public. After sufficiently inebriating ourselves there, we proceeded to Roppongi where I was made a drink with much alcohol and little juice but tasted like the other way around.

When I woke up the next day I believe I was still under the influence of that drink. After spending an age going to and from because I left my passport behind, we proceeded to the military base where we consumed a magnificent feast, courtesy of Rico who has a wonderful pad and cooks magnificently. I think he actually through a better house party than I can, and seing that I cannot beat him, I said when he needs to throw the next one, I will be more than glad to assist. After the sumptuous repast, we met up with Aaron and got smahed at Nicky's place, where single men and women, gay man and straight man alike all commiserated on how having loved ones afar caused frustration near. Well, perhaps except the gay man, who did not leave anyone behind, is atracted to those near, but alas nothing works out as much as he would like it to.

He presses enter and starts a new paragraph, and promises to use first person singular from here on in.