Shit. Stuck at home on a Friday night. Shit. I am so fucking bored, I tell ya. It's like I came home from this work meeting and checked mail, SG, all my regular sites in like 30 minutes and now it's like "WTF do I do now?" Can't even drink beer after overindulging last night.
That night, I met up w/ my friend Dave, this acerbic failed philosopher from Montreal. Met him at his local cuz he was trying to hook me up with the bartender. Turns out this girl met some wealthy Korean-American guy in NYC last Jan. who's crazy about her. That's the kinda guy Dave is. Cool, but a bit of a prick at times.
Anyway, the basement of the bar houses a hostess bar. Despite what you might think, all a hostess bar involves is middle-aged guys paying big bucks to sing karaoke with pretty girls who pour their drinks, listen to their bullshit, and politely brush off their advances. But I digress. The Mama-san brought this extremely drunk guy up to the bar and plopped him right next to Dave. This guy of course speaks no English and was already pretty far gone to begin with, and apparently Dave and I were supposed to entertain the fucker. Um, no. This place is, however, Dave's local, so he taunted the guy while trying to speak to him in English. It was painfully amusing to watch on all sides and, though Dave tried to drag me in, I just sipped and watched. Mama-san got the idea and pulled him back downstairs, no doubt to indulge in ear-wrenching renditions of "Hey Jude."
After that, we had to find beer and tobacco. Smokes were easy enough to find--this is, after all, Japan--but beer was a serious bitch. I've five 24-hr. booze vendors within 10 min. of my place so I completely forgot what it's like to actually search for a place to buy beer at 2 am. We ended up running into some young guys dressed like they were auditioning for the next boy band who said they knew a place to get booze. The shop was closed, but they actually convinced the people to open it up! Must be famous. Got 'em some foofy drinks in payment, though we had offered whisky. They declined the hard stuff, so definitely a one-hit wonder.
Back at Dave's we got into one of our overly repetitive conversations about the state of the world. Dave's new favorite insult for me is to ridicule the fact that I'm a product of the American educational system, and so innately incapable of critical thinking. Thing is, sometimes he has a point. It's damn, damn easy for us lefties just blame it on the corporations, the media, CIA, etc. and not admit that people are just bloody irresponsible and let all these people make decisions for them.
So yeah, in lieu of going out and pissing away more coin, I sit here typing this. Which is better? It is only just past nine, and if I hide the stigmata on my left palm, I could still make it out. Damn you temptation!
That night, I met up w/ my friend Dave, this acerbic failed philosopher from Montreal. Met him at his local cuz he was trying to hook me up with the bartender. Turns out this girl met some wealthy Korean-American guy in NYC last Jan. who's crazy about her. That's the kinda guy Dave is. Cool, but a bit of a prick at times.
Anyway, the basement of the bar houses a hostess bar. Despite what you might think, all a hostess bar involves is middle-aged guys paying big bucks to sing karaoke with pretty girls who pour their drinks, listen to their bullshit, and politely brush off their advances. But I digress. The Mama-san brought this extremely drunk guy up to the bar and plopped him right next to Dave. This guy of course speaks no English and was already pretty far gone to begin with, and apparently Dave and I were supposed to entertain the fucker. Um, no. This place is, however, Dave's local, so he taunted the guy while trying to speak to him in English. It was painfully amusing to watch on all sides and, though Dave tried to drag me in, I just sipped and watched. Mama-san got the idea and pulled him back downstairs, no doubt to indulge in ear-wrenching renditions of "Hey Jude."
After that, we had to find beer and tobacco. Smokes were easy enough to find--this is, after all, Japan--but beer was a serious bitch. I've five 24-hr. booze vendors within 10 min. of my place so I completely forgot what it's like to actually search for a place to buy beer at 2 am. We ended up running into some young guys dressed like they were auditioning for the next boy band who said they knew a place to get booze. The shop was closed, but they actually convinced the people to open it up! Must be famous. Got 'em some foofy drinks in payment, though we had offered whisky. They declined the hard stuff, so definitely a one-hit wonder.
Back at Dave's we got into one of our overly repetitive conversations about the state of the world. Dave's new favorite insult for me is to ridicule the fact that I'm a product of the American educational system, and so innately incapable of critical thinking. Thing is, sometimes he has a point. It's damn, damn easy for us lefties just blame it on the corporations, the media, CIA, etc. and not admit that people are just bloody irresponsible and let all these people make decisions for them.
So yeah, in lieu of going out and pissing away more coin, I sit here typing this. Which is better? It is only just past nine, and if I hide the stigmata on my left palm, I could still make it out. Damn you temptation!
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