Alright, I'm a crap journalist. Given.
Anyway, got tired of looking at the same old entry so thought I'd type something!
My Golden Week was pretty cool here. My friends Keiko and Yuki along with 4 of their friends came to visit me! Checked out the local "flower festival" which was actually kind of a let down.
we also did a BBQ which was fun although i couldn't each much of it thanks to an ugly hangover, but still we got to do a little fishing and just chill which was cool.

...and all I've got to show for it is this picture of a table of food...

So in the nature of appealing to the sterotype that JETs are alcoholics, we had a get together this last weekend in Hiroshima City, where we gathered into teams of 2 and groups of 4 and proceeded to visit 8 or so bars.
The point of this excercise was....well to drink, but also at each bar, there was a certain event to be done, such as a game of pool or darts. The winning team would receive however many points, and at the end of the night, the points are totaled up to declare a winner.

Pretty damn fun I must say. The whole deal was really well organized and all of the bars offered us some kind of sweet deal on drinks in exchange for bringing our mob of JETs in for a pick-me-up.

Sadly, my original partner couldn't make it, and my back-up was a no-show as well, so it was just me and myself against my opponent team of two.
Yeah, I lost. I was actually kicking ass in billards at first, but then got distracted with booze and chatting with the other rummies.

Time flew by, so before the night was up we decided to skip some bars on the list, and headed to the huge gaming building full of all kinds o' good stuff. The top floor has batting and pitching cages, a place where you can drive golfballs into a net, and of course a plethora of video games are available on several other floors. Not to mention they serve beer!

From there things get kinda fuzzy, and according to witnesses, I apparently felt the need to start headbutting a vending machine at some point, though no one knows why, least of all me.
Anyway, I brought about 5~6 people back to my apartment to crash which finally happened around 5am or so.

Yup, good times had by all.
By the way, miso is a freakin awesome hangover remedy. Everyone needs to keep that stuff stocked up at home. Don't forget the hondashi to add to it. Essential.

So the typhoon was a major disappointment. This was supposed to be far worse
than any other before it, especially the one 2 months ago that knocked out
the power who knows how many times...

So yeah. Big let down.

When a typhoon hits, normally the deal is that school classes
are canceled on account of trains and transportation systems shutting down
during the chaos. And these little 4 foot kids would be easily carried off
if they attempted to walk during one of these typhoons. However,
teachers must still come to the school and spend the day in the office room
(filled with big glass windows just screaming to be broken I might add,) to
do work and/or dodge flying objects and glass shrapnel. I guess most of us
are big and grounded enough to risk the trek here.

However, being that I had 4 hours of extra work from a previous event, I
was able to leave 4 hours early, and spend the rest of the day in the comfort
of my own home on my sweet sofa, enjoying a frosty beer or three.

Kampai to that!