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Oct. 8th, 2005 01:58 amWent out to yakiniku with some of the other exchange students and buddies. It was a tabehodai, including drink and icecream and my share came out to 2200 yen, which was pretty good. (Apparently they charge more for guys at tabehodais, but it was kind of unfair because I kept pace! :D)
Afterwards, a few of us went drinking and I learned a much better way to get downtown. We went to this really nice little bar that was popular because instead of having a bar, they just have a few big tables and force you to eat with strangers. It was really fun and we got along well with the people sitting near is. (Our group was 11 people and we took up 3/4's of the table.)
For most of the time we talked within the group because we were speaking in English, but I was sitting next to the people we didn't know and the guy accross from me ended up getting dragged into a bit of conversation with them.
Guy we didn't know: BRAZZAFWAANAZABRAZZA!
Guy who came with us: BRAZZA FWAANAZABRAZZA!
People like me who were engaged in other conversation: Eh?
There were also several cries of RABU AND PEACE! That kind of broke the ice. It was soon explained that they were saying "Brother from another Brother," which still confused me, but made a little more sense. I was kind of worried about what they'd say to me, considering that I'm not a brother, but they turned out to just say the same thing. There were a few abborted attempts at song, which kind of petered out when we realized we didn't know the lyrics.
Example: "LIKE A VIRGIN! ................." or "HEY JUDE! がんばれ！...”
It took me at least half an hour to realize that it was "Brother from another mother."
I hate the taste of alcohol, but I drank my first beer. And my second. Both of which would probably equal about 12 ounces put together. (The way they serve you is the group buys a beer, then splits it between them, which is kind of nice, but not exactly fair if you don't drink much.)
They let you write on the walls and tables, which was somewhat difficult because they were made of wood. If you should ever find yourself there, sit at the table on the right of the door, then look for my message. "I bet this would be hilarous if you were drunk."
Afterwards, a few of us went drinking and I learned a much better way to get downtown. We went to this really nice little bar that was popular because instead of having a bar, they just have a few big tables and force you to eat with strangers. It was really fun and we got along well with the people sitting near is. (Our group was 11 people and we took up 3/4's of the table.)
For most of the time we talked within the group because we were speaking in English, but I was sitting next to the people we didn't know and the guy accross from me ended up getting dragged into a bit of conversation with them.
Guy we didn't know: BRAZZAFWAANAZABRAZZA!
Guy who came with us: BRAZZA FWAANAZABRAZZA!
People like me who were engaged in other conversation: Eh?
There were also several cries of RABU AND PEACE! That kind of broke the ice. It was soon explained that they were saying "Brother from another Brother," which still confused me, but made a little more sense. I was kind of worried about what they'd say to me, considering that I'm not a brother, but they turned out to just say the same thing. There were a few abborted attempts at song, which kind of petered out when we realized we didn't know the lyrics.
Example: "LIKE A VIRGIN! ................." or "HEY JUDE! がんばれ！...”
It took me at least half an hour to realize that it was "Brother from another mother."
I hate the taste of alcohol, but I drank my first beer. And my second. Both of which would probably equal about 12 ounces put together. (The way they serve you is the group buys a beer, then splits it between them, which is kind of nice, but not exactly fair if you don't drink much.)
They let you write on the walls and tables, which was somewhat difficult because they were made of wood. If you should ever find yourself there, sit at the table on the right of the door, then look for my message. "I bet this would be hilarous if you were drunk."