Saturday, August 05, 2006
The new Zappetti
The holiday is in the moleskine, and i very much doubt it will get typed up. so let's start with yesterday. quit work asap, got An nomi-kai, and walked across to Marunouchi. Finally got the feeling i'm in The City, as i walked past my workplace, then past Daiwa, Nomura, Mitsubish-UFJ, and got to the bar/cafe. Central and living it. That said, felt nauseous during the day when i got a internal post from HR which contained a welcome letter, welcome DVD, and a small note saying 'you are the key to our future'. Complete with a presentation boxed, company branded large keyfob. Ick. Perhaps one to post to mother. Being permanent is making my stomach turn, trying to hold back the cynicism for corporate culture.
Anyway, met Jez & Ricky down at some UNHCR benefit party, and imbibed at shockingly cheap 500. Ran into a guy whose name, I think, was Andy, and remembered that he's got a houseparty on the 12th, which i will doubtlessly invite myself to... Drunk some, drunk some more, bumped into Albert by chance - Tokyo is the smallest metropolis from which nobody can hide. With the evening over, we edged outside, with Jez managing to boil the nerves of the barstaff by smoking in the lobby. Damme. Damme! Exited, and wasted time waiting for Ricky who was otherwise engaged with some shady looking 1/2 german/japanese girl, by playing with the traffic cones. Between the cones there were black and yellow plastic rods spacing them out, which, in the mind of a 13 year old, were perfect for Light Sabres. Picked up a couple and dueled with Jez. Within a minute, a rod was broken, and within a second, a security guard for the building was barking at us. I chose to ignore him and walk off, but somehow Ricky and Jez became embroiled. Soon there were more gaurds. 7 to be exact. They thought this didn't quite cut it, so they called the cops. 5 cop cars show up, and 9 of Tokyo's finest were soon taking aim at us with their ball point pens and notebooks. For the Tokyo's greatest crime since the 1956 diamond heist. It all boiled over in the end, with me giving a fake contact details to the security guards. Jez had the initial genius of inventing a phantom gaijin named Stephen who was responsible for everything. Stephen the faked moon landings too. Bad, bad guy. But he later lost all credit, falling into the realms of idiocy, by accidentally giving his accountants telephone number to them telling them it was Stephen's number. Turns out Stephen works for KPMG.
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