Sunday, April 16, 2006
Close encounters of the Yamanote kind
went to roppongi yesterday for a few minutes to meet the ricky gang. they're a disparate bunch of soldiers...socially, i dont know where it's at. got a email from john on the way there saying he was in roppongi, so after a couple of hours, i shooted mori side and went to meet him. ran into spence. left the bar when john arrived, and then spent the next 20mins feeling guilty about leaving spence behind at the bar. so had a drink with john and derek instead, in what is possibly the only japanese bar in roppongi. a lucky find. stories of: wanting to do a japanese version of trigger happy tv and dimishing returns on japanese girls when your language skills improve (a risk i'm willing to take).
took the yamanote home and saw a girl and thought: "I want you to notice". Had a 120 second conversation with a her before her stop. She noticed. Then thought: "I wish I had a meishi". Jumped off the train, found Matt in the station, walked around trying to find some place to drink. Saw some cats eating from the rubbish bags, and thought of romeo. tried to send the MMS to romina, failed to remember her address, and sent it to heather instead, along with a garbled note about the phone keypad being rubbish, or something.
Complained about the all kinds of stuff, and all kinds of people, and came up with the phrase "Terrible Exciting".
Got home and called Bell. He's coming over. So is Maund. Neither of them are so keen to bring the Cannondale. Mergh. Finally got to bed around 3am, so late for work :-|
Then got news - need to see a Man about a Dog. Two different dogs. Both next week. Scared. But should be cool. Quote Scully:
"A 10 hour interview sounds a bit grim -- I guess we have to remember that giving someone a permie job is exactly that -- a license to collect a salary til retirement..."
Decadence: Felt too scabby to run at lunctime, so just printed out the newspaper and read it in the Sauna instead. Had a shave too. What kind of world do i live in, whereby I pull into an executive gym, and read the paper in the Sauna in the middle of the day?
Friday evening: Now, i'm not really in the Equities team, but for some reason, I got invited out to a Equities party. No information given as to why/what/who. So, in spirit of Never Say No, i indulged, and followed a couple of guys to a restaurant, to be presented with The Vendor. Cherching. He was a Japanese sales guy working for Sun. He studied in Reading. I ask: Purple Turtle? And snap, we've bonded. After dinner and drinks, Nathan and I dragged him to Roppongi, and then Nathan gave up. So, it was left to me, to break both him and his expense account. Got a call Sachin who happened to be across the road. Introduced him to Sun Microsystems: "Sachin, this is Yogi. He wants a gaijin girlfriend." At about 2am, he was looking wasted, at 3am I couldn't find him anymore. Success - I BROKE THE SALESMAN. Went to Vanilla with John and had a sub-mediocre time. Yoshinoya at 6am, and the train home. Got a tune in my head which I can't sing, and need to find the name of. Gargh.
Woke up on Saturday and felt like death. No time to go out for food, looked in the fridge and found a few cans of beer. Ick. Did some cursory cleaning, and then headed out to Makuhari, for Jack Johnson. Took the wrong train, but so did Renata, so strangely enough it worked out. Going to concerts in Japan is fantastic because:
- Not many people are much taller than me.
- Guys like JJ would ordinarily sell out in Europe, but are not so busy over here. Smaller crowd, better gig.
- It gives me something to do which isn't just drinking beer.
Concert was very good. He even spoke more Japanese than me. But no Holes To Heaven. Then, finally, at 11pm, and after many Lowenbrau's, I had my first meal of the day. This is not going to last...
Sunday, and i'm back at work. Blogging. Got some Lebanese dinner thingy for Easter dinner for tonight.
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