Gyoza and window shopping

Went shopping with Saki in Harajuku yesterday. I haven't been down there in a while, and it was nice to walk around. The weather was great, so when we got there I took her first to Yoyogi Park to see the dancing Elvis' and take pictures of the falling leaves.

Then we walked back over to Takeshita St. and listened to Saki reminisce about how much she used to go down there when she was in junior high. Come to think of it, that whole street was more or less entirely populated by junior high schoolers.

And they were all eating crepes. Every single one of them. It's like some sort of unspoken rule around here that if you're in JHS you must eat crepes like there's no tomorrow. If you see a crepe stand, you are morally obligated to buy and consume one. Damn kids just can't say no. Not like I don't understand the attraction, they're freakin delicious, but, I mean, come on.

I also saw all the little decorations for sale that I see adorning my student's pencil cases and bags. Now I know where they come from.

I looked around for a jacket, but it was hard to find one that really fit my needs. Or my chest, but that's another story. I found a couple that I liked, but, then I start flip flopping over whether I should actually buy it. I certainly can't actually afford one now, not after the fiasco with my eye last week. But then, do I want a casual winter jacket, or a jacket I can wear to work? *sigh* Oh well, I'll figure it out sooner or later.

Normally I hate going shopping, it's just an endless stream of clothes that aren't really that great, being sold to me by clerks that aren't really interested in helping me find something that looks good. Actually, helping my date find something she likes, I very rarely actually look for stuff for myself, and even more rarely are sold anything by the staff. They tend to avoid me like the plague, unless it's to bounce a salespitch off the boyfriend to get to the girl. Most of the time, the staff only ever say to me "That's not gonna fit you," or "That's too small for you." Which, though probably true, is frustrating. What do tall Japanese do when they go shopping? Yeesh.

But this time around was somehow a little bit more tolerable. Maybe it's cause we had a fantastic gyoza lunch. That's always a good way to start.