Going Away

Saturday was my last Saturday (maybe) working in Minami Kashiwa, where I was supposed to have like a million free lessons but have increasingly found myself with lessons in every block, which sucks, in the sense that I actually have to maybe do 8 hours' worth of work. Yuuka, one of my old Chibikko kids transferred here to join Kinder, and she's cried horribly every time, mostly never coming in the room except for last week and this, and it seems that she's starting to get better about being in there. I feel bad because now that she's getting used to being in there and starting a little to participate, I'm going to be gone, and it's gonna be heck all over again. She's the sweetest little thing though.

Anyway, after work I totally blanked that I was supposed to go meet Greg in Kashiwa after work, so I sent him a message that at some point we needed to go to Ethan's going away party, also in Kashiwa. We met up, and then met up with three of his friends, two Japanese and one of them's English boyfriend, and cruised out to this nice restaurant where we chatted it up for a bit. The one girl was pretty bitchy which was fun, and her b.f. was an asshole, which also worked well together. So we all got along great. My Japanese improved by leaps and bounds as the beers went down, so that was fun too. We had these black pepper coated chicken wings which were delightful, and we got to toss the bones in, you guessed it, "The Bone Jar" that was on our table.

Ok, I'm gonna shorten this significantly due to waning interest in writing. Greg and I left, after taking a picture of the bathroom sign that read, "Gentle Men" and went to Watami for the party, where we got pretty damn well sloshed, I flirted with some cute J-girls, and I'm pretty sure I asked one, Tomoko, to marry me on more than one occasion, and by her look I'm pretty sure she'd have said yes if she thought I were serious. Greg and I left in a rush cause I was trying to catch my last train, but, I missed it be a large margin. Fortunately he caught his. Janel called me while I was on the taxi ride, and I kinda feel bad cause I was completely shitfaced and I'm pretty sure I completely blew her off. I had bed on my mind. Sleep came quickly, unlike the previous night when she had kept me up until 2am or so calling me in a state of emergency regarding an ill-fated trip to The 'Pong.