Saturday, January 14, 2006
Powder Snow; but no Charlie
I comfort myself with the notion that there are things in life you are bad at. And in parallel, there will be things in life you are good at. In snowboarding, i have found both. I am bad at snowboarding, and good at forgetting how bad i am. It is a situation which leads to pain. And so Onsens are a godsend. I have a memory of falling over in a hideously complicated manner, in a way that must've looked almost as painful as it felt. With my torso buried in snow, i turned sideways to see a 5 year old kid drifting past me, with incredible ease. "Daijoubu!". I mustered all the sarcasm left, and groaned "Genki"
I got invited to go snowboarding with a bunch of guys from work. Now, it's not that I dont like them, but i just didn't really want to go with them. There are a plethora of reasons, all of which could be construed as offensive or otherwise derogratory. So I won't bother. Anywho, I made my excuses, and then got a call from Ricky saying he was going this weekend, and would I like to go. Hell yeah. So I headed off for the Shinkansen to Mount Naeba, and who do I see on the platform at Tokyo? John, Storage Team John, who sits not so far from me. Now, I didn't particularly mind meeting John, because I hardly speak to him, and his docility reminds me of Sharpe. Anyway, got the slopes, tired out, went back for dinner, and John says 'i just met dave and jp out there'. OMG. danieru panics, realising that they now know that despite telling dave and jp that i didn't want to go boarding this weekend, they have now been told by John that, in fact, i am out here anyway. panic subsides, as i realise that I dont really give a monkies, and que sera. A little awkward first day back from work, but it's all iced over now. Of all the slopes of all the mountains in Japan, they had to make it to mine. Sod follows me. God bless him.
And, of course, I met another pyscho. A Japanese guy in his mid twenties on the bus, trying to talk to me. Repeating "how do you do" and "hajime mashite" in various word orders, for a solid 5 minutes. Then he gave me stickers. Then he stood up and started making horse noises at me.
Got no less than 12 missed calls from Rheanna, who I was supposed to meet for dinner, in Tokyo. Had to call back the next day and apologize, rather than explain, about not making it. Seemed to pull it off though. So, all in all, quite a disastrous weekend for the people who I am surrounded by.
Not too bad for me though, I learnt how to spin. Which feels impressive. What goes around comes around.
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