Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen,
1) Last night in Shibuya, an incredibly sweet and adorable young woman, Miss EW rang in her 24th birthday. Friends from all aspects of her life in Tokyo (work, orientation class, shared house) celebrated her birth. Her birthday festivities took place in an American-styled izakaya; the birthday guests were in a private room equipped for belting out karaoke tunes, but all the dishes were American-sized and flavored: fried chicken, greasy onion rings, french fries, and all other sorts of fried foods served on a platter. Every form of alcohol graced the table, but pretty soon tequila made its way to the party …again, and again, and again. The guests all agreed that it was “the best party” they’d been to in ages.
* Mr. DS tried to escape the camera, because he didn’t want to see himself online. How can one be this photogenic and run from a camera? On his right is the funny and clever S. He told us that he regularly encounters Japanese people who express shock when he says that he’s from the U.K, because he’s “too dark” to be British.
* Lovely LB on the left was all smiles, but he certainly made one blogger frown when he chose to sing the The Lion King”s “Can You Feel the Love Tonight?”Thankfully, he righted the wrong and crooned like Jim Morrison moments later.
* Honestly, the men were feeling a bit sappy, because Mr. DS‘s one and only song of the night was Candle in the Wind. I’m not sure if SB, beside him is smiling or terrified at the Elton John overdose.
* D has a voice “like butter.” I’m not sure what he was singing, but it could’ve been spread all over bread. He told us of a friend who “bullfrogs.” FYI: To bullfrog is for a gentleman, the portlier the better, to take off all his clothes, cross his legs, squat, and then hop around biting people… preferably in inappropriate places. D promised to bullfrog, but didn’t… or maybe I only heard the promise in my head.
* RT intentionally throwing up a peace sign, because a comment was made that Japanese people refuse to pose for photos without two fingers in the air. Truth be told, it is quite peaceful here, so maybe…
* To get the waiter’s attention, we had to pull the cord and turn on the red light, which of course led someone to question, “Remember when turning on a red light meant a different kind of party?” (Give me that red light special all through the night. – TLC (Red Light Special))
2) In other news, I’m moving out this week. As much as I adore my housemates, these last five months have proven my mother and others right when they predicted that I wouldn’t be able to share a room for very long. I thought I could do it, especially since my housemates are amazing and nothing but good times have been had in this house, but I failed. Though I’m moving to another shared house, I’ll have a sizeable private room, and it’s only a fifteen minute walk to my job. The rent’s more than Borderless, but my sanity is worth $200, isn’t it?
3) Every time I comb my hair, thoughts of you get in my eyes. – Prince (Erotic City)
In sports news, the chase has ended. My two month crush saga has come to an end. I didn’t confess to my crush or have a big reveal, but I did try to kiss him with no success… and when I say no success, I mean I didn’t get kissed. All I got was cheek. It was a dark moment (literally) and one that should’ve ended well, but came up empty.
My friend B has lifted my mood considerably by joining me in an Indian food frenzy (I’m convinced Indian has uppers mixed in the curry). Today, he gave me a package of Jif peanut butter and jelly, Crest toothpaste, and a real-sized Oral B toothbrush. FYI: The toothbrushes in Tokyo are ridiculously small, and finding dental floss is like mining for gold. We had dinner at a Nepalese restaurant in Suitengumae tonight that’s out of this world (though I hear I have undiscriminating tastes), and I was so excited to go home and brush my teeth. Yes, it’s the little things.
4) In weather news, Tokyo’s cold and windy. (Get warm already).