Monday, December 26, 2005
Greetings, and I hope you've had a pretty good Christmas. Or for you American students, a pretty good semester. I pretty much had a decent semester and my Christmas was pretty cool, too. I'll tell you about that.
Yesterday, some friends and I decided to catch up during the vacation to celebrate a bachelor-style-Japanese Christmas. "Well, what the hell is that?" you might say. Well, as I've explained before to some of you, on Christmas (more like its eve) couples get together and eat fried chicken and possibly get some action by the end of the day. Of course, being friends with the others, we decided to simply eat fried chicken and just hop around town.
The first stop was KFC. Yes, they do have those here in Japan. And the chicken is good, to your ever surprise. However, by the end of the meal, me and friend, Yutaro, found ourselves hungry, so when we decided to drink champagne at the local McDonald's, Yutaro and I decided to buy some sandwiches (which again, were good) and we got free drinks with them! One by one did all nine of us go inside McDonald's and, all of us being gaijin, we were stared at as if we were some sort of enigmatic phenomenon. . . . But we went through our business and then proceeded to Tokyo from Ochanomizu to look at the nice Christmas lights entitled the "Tokyo Millenario."
I have to admit, the Japanese are quite showy of their ability to generate tons of electricity for what seems to be a simple structure. I don't have any pictures --- though my friends might --- but for one thing, many people came to see the Millenario and having walked out of the station, you already knew where it was. That was the funny thing. We were only there for like five minutes; despite the brevity, it was worth it because we would have been stationery for hours on end just to go through the whole entire spiele. So, the nine of us got out of that "traffic jam" and proceeded in the opposite direction towards Shinjuku. It was time for karaoke.
But before I digress about karaoke, I received (in Tokyo Station) some "evil eye" from a decently pretty-looking Japanese girl. And the only reason why I received such was because I had my back facing the edge of the escalator and didn't know that a second (and opposite-directional moving) escalator was there. So, it was the girl and I, and when we were going our opposite ways --- me going up and her going down --- we exchanged glances for what it seemed to be like an hour. Had I been paying attention, I would have fell in love with her, but fortunately for you and the other eight people, I didn't --- rather couldn't --- make a move. All right, so to the karaoke!
We purchased our alcohol and went in. One of the clerks there, she had a beautiful face. And when she talked, it was as if she smiled. And I asked myself the question, "How could such a pretty young lass like her work on Christmas?" If anything, she had the face of an angel, and . . . . damn, I'm rambling again. All right, we hid our beers --- because it's "illegal" --- and started to sing our songs.
I don't really like karaoke because it's not real. I'm so used to singing with real instruments being the very background to my vocals because they sound real, but here, the karaoke accompaniment was decent. I liked it. I sung a really short rendition of Phil Collin's "You'll Be in My Heart," and Billy Joel's "The Longest Time," after which I said that I like singing sappy songs. . . . I do. You have a problem with that, I'll fight you! . . . with my kanji skills.
. . . that comes as a reference to one of my friends, Pete, who sung a Japanese song and didn't know some kanji. When I corrected him, I got a beat down. Haha, it was pretty bad.
I wanted to sing Simple Plan's "Addicted," but we ran out of time. However, we made them up when me, Pete, and another friend, Brent, sang Shaggy's "It Wasn't Me" in front of three young Japanese ladies who smiled and laughed as we proceeded to Shinjuku Station. Proceeded home in front of multitudes of couples. Not feeling lonely, but happy because I felt I was temporary reliqushed of the responsibility that boyfriends and girlfriends have to tolerate in a relationship: each other. But that doesn't ultimately mean that I don't or won't want a girlfriend, I do. I just need to be ready for it, that's all.
And that was my Christmas. A happy Christmas. Hope you folks have a lovely New Year's, too!
posted @ 12/26/2005 07:12:00 PM
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