A weekend with Nobby summarized
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August 15th, 2008 – by: skitzcw
Nobby and Chris met through couchsurfing in Tokyo. Her English pronunciation is immaculate. If I met her in America, I would think that sheâs American. Her Japanese is â well, fluent (since sheâs Japanese, it wasnât as impressive).
After that night (and morning) of drinking, we bid our farewells to RJ. His paranoia and anxiousness to get to the airport four hours ahead of time made my eye twitch. Some people just need to get there as soon as possible so they could continue their complaints focused on the excessive wait to board. I understand where he comes from, but your wishful thinking does not make the plane go faster or the people around you settle.
Anyway, we met Nobby in Shinjuku for a vegan lunch. It was one of those new age radical designs that overcharged for simple meals. These specialty restaurants are sprinkled throughout New York City, so I felt right at home. Her personality surprised me with a new flavor. It made me listen for another bite and chew. I tasted bits and pieces, but I couldnât quite put my mind to who she resembled. Her comments were random and she had a hilarious tendency to ignore people during very important parts of the conversation. Chrisâs frustrations fed my laughter.
After playing some intense head-to-head Tetris, we ate Okonomiyaki and called it a night. The next day would be a continuation of the Nobby series. Before meeting her, we woke up late and had Korean BBQ for lunch. The prawn, kobe beef, and normal steak was just beautiful.
Nobby promised to cook us dinner in some joking fashion, but her slip of the tongue now became an obligation. There was no way weâd let her weasel out of this one, especially when she spoke so highly about her miso soup. We spent the afternoon looking for some gifts in Akihabara, but eventually wound up back in Asakusa with a bottle of black label and a shopping cart.
Choosing what to cook is always a little frustrating, especially with someone like me making other suggestions. More often than not, you wind up wandering from aisle to aisle, lost and confused. I remember having a very well planned course of action, but for some reason everything that should be placed together is separated as far away from each other as possible. For example, why are the milk and the cereal half way across the supermarket? Itâs probably carefully planned to make sure you have to walk around and browse those flashy coupons and SALE signs.
We picked up a few things and cooked dinner in a hostel. I was pleasantly surprised that there was a decent kitchen in a hostel. As the sun descended from the sky, the liquid in that bottle mysteriously disappeared. Ok, so I drank the whole thing and blacked out. Nobby said I was a very funny and entertaining drunk so I guess I didnât do anything too stupid. I really donât remember drinking that soup. To top it off, we had plans to climb Mt Fuji the next day. Bring it on, Fuji-san.
~See Lemons Chill with the Nobb-ster ď
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