It's All T & P With These People

Last night went a little something like this. I spent the day in Hiroshima with my host family, met some cool people who are currently doing BEE Japan, which involves biking the length of Japan over several months. I've decided to do it once I finish JET, but Lord knows when that might be... maybe not for three years. Mon, if you're reading this, you wanna do it with me? Anyway, I met this old Japanese hippie who told me that there actually is a real bike shop in Kure, called Top Bike. My host mom is taking me after work on Friday (payday!) They might have to special order whatever I want, but I am super stoked. Annyyyway, when I got back from Hiroshima, Hessen and I headed to this small concert at Kure port that a 2nd year JET, Julie, invited us to. It was awesome. Two violinists (one was Julie's bf) a pianist, celloist, bassist, and a drummer, who's a 3rd-year named Brian. The show was set on the backdrop of the Seto Inland Sea at sunset, and the air was a breezy 70 degrees. After the show, a bunch of us headed out to an izakaya for dinner and drinks. It was PG all the way through the 5th mini keg, but then suddenly cell phones were being handed to me left and right, with eager red Japanese faces watching me expectantly. Well, it was all penis. Humongous, digitally enhanced penis. This is apparently a popular Japanese male past-time. Every guy at the table had at least 5 hard core male/gay porn photos on his ketai. It was horrifying. And the more horrified I was, the more hilarious it became to them. Anyway, after the porn was put away, the suggestive picture taking started. Mind you, this is in the middle of a restaurant/bar. The picture above is Julie's bf holding one of the mini-kegs, and Brian is catching the beer? I'll spare you the pictures of the women (all in their 30's) making grapefruit bras with the remnants of a chuhai (alcoholic) grapefruit drink. So yeah, finally people started to disperse, and Brian took Julie, her bf, and me home. But before we left, Julie managed to lean against a curtain (drunkenly mistaking it for a wall), and fell into the booth next to us. Photo below.


Classic.