That’s just straight-up crazy
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July 27th, 2008 – by: skitzcw
I spent Monday morning finishing some documentation at the lab while Chris went to Osaka Castle. If I knew it would have rained so hard, I would have brought an umbrella to lunch. The intervals between lightning and thunder became shorter and the cracks of brightness made me cower in fear. Every crack and grumble felt like an empty threat because not a droplet of water had touched me (perhaps I should have taken it as a hint to walk faster). The sounds were indeed foreshadowing a dreadful storm. The slow drizzle started and evolved to entire buckets of water splashed over us.
While some ducked for cover under a flimsy tree in hopes that the hardest part of the rain would pass quickly, others did the smart thing and ran towards the post office. From there, we dodged for a few minutes and then borrowed umbrellas from the other lab. Those who hid under the tree soon found that their fickle shelter turned into a funnel – helping as an enemy rather than a ally. The walk back to our lab felt like the old gym game of lava except without props. Huge puddles had formed blocking most of our routes and waterfalls were created from concrete stairs. The conditions of my shoes and socks worsened with every step, but we trekked on with hopes of dry land. It was quite the adventure.
Back in the lab soaking wet, I wondered how Chris was doing in Osaka castle.
When I met Chris in HEP5, he looked sullen and panicked. He had already walked around the mall to find a new set of clothes for a reasonable price, but we were shopping at a fairly fancy area in the heart of Umeda. What he really needed was dry, inexpensive clothes that looked good.
Dinner was reasonably priced at an Italian restaurant with 20 or so 18-year-old models from around the world. I was one of four guys and we were surrounded by really pretty girls. We made a lot of small talk amongst ourselves, but we did find a few that were not stuck up, snooty, or air heads. Red wine was ordered and finished between me, Chris, and Yohann (of course this was before the two 500ml Asahi pregame beers).
After the wine, we just went back to his place to buy beer and chat about random stuff until the morning.
Like many of the previous nights, the partying lasted until the first train. Chris and I exuded a level of exhaustion that became contagious in the train cars. I felt like a decrepit man stuck in a gorgeous, young strapping lad’s body (^^). Only two months out of college and I’m getting too old for this game. Let’s drink like fish during this last month ::smirk::.
~See Lemons Party it Up
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July 27th, 2008 – by: skitzcw
I woke up at 3PM still feeling a little drunk from the night before. I dreamed about some crazy things, but I wasn’t sure if they actually happened or not. Alcohol makes me a little forgetful, but patching the story with random comments is much more fun. The only thing I remembered clearly from the night before was that Maki would be available to hang out today. We called her and arranged a meeting location for dinner in Dotonbori Gokurakushowtengai.
The morning conversation was nonexistent because we felt like smeared shyt on the wall – what a mess. It didn’t help that we got lost a few times transferring with the JR loop line. When we arrived to JR Namba, we found a very interesting area filled with guys that juggled basketballs, pop-lock dancers, and girls that danced in front of mirrors. This girl wore a bandana and a shirt that just said “New York” on it, and another one just looked like a black guy got a hold of her wardrobe. We waited there 15 minutes and they were dancing in front of the mirror like idiots the whole time. It made me wonder how long they had been there and what they did with their lives.
Maki was a little difficult to find, but I remembered the large moving crab in the main street area.
It was Chris’ first okonomiyaki so we let him do the honors of seasoning it and cutting it.
After dinner, we went through one of those scary walks. I was a little freaked out because the guys that jumped out to scare you wore the old potato sack with eye holes cut out like the killers in “The Strangers” (terrible movie, if you ask me). The person that walks in the front of the group gets scared by the automatic doors, but usually the girl following in the back gets the guys coming out of the hidden doors. The one spot that I remembered clearly was the choice of doors. It’s completely obvious that someone is hiding somewhere ready to jump out and scare you, but it’s still startling when the statue starts to move. All in all, it was a lot of fun having a girl hold onto my arm scared… oh wait… that was Chris (haha).
~See Lemons Mesmerized