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Friday was the most ridiculous foggy day ever, so I thought I’d try to go to the beach behind school at dusk to get some eerie shots for my Silver Week Photo Quest. It seemed like a good idea at the time to walk out onto the beach in my heels and nylons, but in hindsight that wasn’t very wise. Shoes full of sand. Nylons full of sand. No, literally; full of sand. They still sit by my front door waiting for some kind of dirt-removal miracle to occur.
Anyway, other than getting attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes twice the size on the one that attacked me on the mountain, not much made it worthwhile photo-wise. My shots were bad because there was enough fog to look crappy but not enough fog to look eerie, and I’d stayed at work a little too late so I lost most of the light. Still, another fun occasion in which to say, “Yeah, I’ve done that.”
Additionally on Friday I bought my first plane ticket home :) I’ll have just over two weeks in the States over Christmas. I got a really good rate because Mick-sensei helped me find one on a Japanese website, but it’s also the #1 airline so that’s cool! Christmas will be here before you know it.
Afterwards I went out for yakiniku again with the foreigners of the City by the Sea, it ended up just being us core four again, but it was a great time and we tried a new place. I partook in “Otokoyama” sake, which I’d say best translates to, “Man Mountain” sake lol It wasn’t very good, despite the promising name, unfortunately. I don’t know if it was just because I’d been chewing gum or if it’s because it’s bad sake. It wasn’t that much cheaper than the Nippon Shuu, so maybe I just wasn’t in the sake mood. Still, I do enjoy sake.
We had a blast hanging out and we also had a giant plate of meat to grill. I’m not a big fan of the chicken tail or horumon pig intestines, but what can you do? It’s part of the package. Kimchi is becoming a stable part of our izakaya diet, though this time we also tried a Korean okonomiyaki (or rather, undercooked Korean pizza with mayo and sauce? It was all right but nothing to write home about.) We had a good time and after a little too much alcohol was consumed, we started hitting on our waiter as a collective unit. This included our married male friend (in fact, I think he started it), so I have no regrets. He was cute and though he didn’t speak any English, throughout the night he’d been looking at us and laughing when we laughed and following our conversation peppered with the ridiculous Japanese phrases we like to spout. How we were supposed to not?? Anyway, he insisted he didn’t speak English and we asked him some strange personal questions in Japanese for the sake of conversation and I’m sure some kid will come up to me in school this week and ask if I’d been in the group of foreigners that hit on his brother/her neighbor/his cousin or whatever relationship they might have to our waiter from Friday night.
Anyway, other than getting attacked by a swarm of mosquitoes twice the size on the one that attacked me on the mountain, not much made it worthwhile photo-wise. My shots were bad because there was enough fog to look crappy but not enough fog to look eerie, and I’d stayed at work a little too late so I lost most of the light. Still, another fun occasion in which to say, “Yeah, I’ve done that.”
Additionally on Friday I bought my first plane ticket home :) I’ll have just over two weeks in the States over Christmas. I got a really good rate because Mick-sensei helped me find one on a Japanese website, but it’s also the #1 airline so that’s cool! Christmas will be here before you know it.
Afterwards I went out for yakiniku again with the foreigners of the City by the Sea, it ended up just being us core four again, but it was a great time and we tried a new place. I partook in “Otokoyama” sake, which I’d say best translates to, “Man Mountain” sake lol It wasn’t very good, despite the promising name, unfortunately. I don’t know if it was just because I’d been chewing gum or if it’s because it’s bad sake. It wasn’t that much cheaper than the Nippon Shuu, so maybe I just wasn’t in the sake mood. Still, I do enjoy sake.
We had a blast hanging out and we also had a giant plate of meat to grill. I’m not a big fan of the chicken tail or horumon pig intestines, but what can you do? It’s part of the package. Kimchi is becoming a stable part of our izakaya diet, though this time we also tried a Korean okonomiyaki (or rather, undercooked Korean pizza with mayo and sauce? It was all right but nothing to write home about.) We had a good time and after a little too much alcohol was consumed, we started hitting on our waiter as a collective unit. This included our married male friend (in fact, I think he started it), so I have no regrets. He was cute and though he didn’t speak any English, throughout the night he’d been looking at us and laughing when we laughed and following our conversation peppered with the ridiculous Japanese phrases we like to spout. How we were supposed to not?? Anyway, he insisted he didn’t speak English and we asked him some strange personal questions in Japanese for the sake of conversation and I’m sure some kid will come up to me in school this week and ask if I’d been in the group of foreigners that hit on his brother/her neighbor/his cousin or whatever relationship they might have to our waiter from Friday night.
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