Ueno, Part 2

After a long and satisfying day sitting here at my computer doing absolutely nothing productive yesterday I got a phone call from Greg asking me if I wanted to meet up wtih him in Ueno, because a friend of his from high school that he hadn't seen or spoken to in ages happened to be here and wanted to get together for drinks.

So of course I say sure, but tell him that he has to pay for my train home since I have no money until the 15th cause I'm so cool. I got out there after a little bit and we chatted while waiting for his friend and his friend's friend to arrive. Apparently these guys are military personnel, on leave. Sweet, my first time hanging out with the armed forces. But they turned out to be pretty cool kids, Lorn is a 6'5" redheaded kid that looks and acts almost exactly like Icky minus tattoos and plus military, and used to work in radio. His friend whose name escapes me was a shorter black man wearing a purple Decepticon jersey, which made him instantly badass. Decepticons rock.

Anyway, we went to a Mexican restaurant in Ueno and shocked/amazed the locals when we ordered L size margaritas. To be honest they even impressed us. Apparently none of us had drank in a while, cause we were just about floored by the time we left. One giant margarita each. So then we walked around Ueno park with our freshly purchased beers and Lorn's friend got harassed on the crosswalk by Japanese businessmen trying out their English.

All in all not a bad night. I ran into Natascha on the train on the way home, we keep running into each other, but I think I might have been a little too candid about my inebriation. Eh, oh well.