Adventures in Japan

Nicklebag of Funk

I'm not sure what more I can add to Carla's post without becoming redundant. More redundant. Than usual. More redundant than usual. If you follow me. I'm implying, you see, that I am usually redundant.

We learned some Japanese drinking games. We participated in some Japanese drinking games would be more accurate, because if we had actually learned them, I would be able to remember them right now. They all involved drinking. The karaoke bar we went to was quite futuristic. Retro futuristic, like we stepped onto the 2001 sound stage. Carla took a picture of us, which she has posted in her part of the blog, and when Brian saw the pic, he remarked, "That will be the cover of our first album."

The Japanese really do like to Karaoke. They sang while they picked songs, in between songs, they sang whenever they could. They sang along to our English songs even though they had no clue what the lyrics were. They did know the lyrics to Livin' On A Prayer. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. They caught on to Sweet Caroline pretty quick. The DAH DAH DAH part at least.

The Japanese fellows were nice enough to give us a ride back to the Orange House. I should have walked. I'll let you infer from that what you will.

The next day all of us were a bit worse for wear. We went out for ramen and gyoza which is fairly good hangover food. Eight dollar ramen has way more meat in it than two dollar ramen. Crazy but true. Then we went up to the lounge and watched some movies. Great movies. Evil Dead 2 and Spinal Tap. David had never seen Evil Dead 2. Nor had Toni, the girl whose DVD player we were using. Nor had the Japanese girl. She still hasn't. She spent most of the movie with her hands over her eyes. It was cute.