Working Saturday was not as bad as some people made it out to be. I'm a little nervous, though, for a lot of students are used to Claire's way of teaching, and I am not Claire. Also, there's one student who is frankly a bitch.
In any case, after work Eri and I accepted Sei's invitation to go to his area for a few drinks celebrating his friend's birthday. We had no idea where we were going, who we were going to see, and what we would be doing. It took us 90 minutes and 1000 JPY each way on a rickety train as well. But it was all well-worth it: we had a blast revelling in cheap drink with fights breaking out all over. We then played spin-the-bottle like a bunch of high-schoolers.
The next day, Sei took us to the beach. I saw the Pacific Ocean. It was very pretty and massive. The drive there we forgot that we were in Japan. There were cars a-plenty. There was space. And sky. And children. It was like being up north from Montreal, but the signs were written in kana instead. But before that, we went to a restaurant in which food was cheap and plentiful. We were very confused.
After missing the Limited Express, Eri and I get home and change quickly to celebrate her birthday with the rest of the crew in Roppongi. We had Brazillian, thanks to Thomas, and it was an incredible recommendation, with tons of food and a great atmosphere. We then proceeded to walk around randomly, liquor in hand, past Tokyo Tower and through a temple in the dead of night. We finally arrive at a bar at Shimbashi, after I realize that there is not much open by walking the area and succeeding in nothing but being heckled by whores for "masaji" (massage). We ended up later on at Karaoke, because, I mean, what else is there to do at 3 o'clock?

1 comment:
Pierre.
Fabulous.
I love the song, too.
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