Emily’s Fajita Party
Yesterday I headed out to Emily’s Fajita Party in Kunitachi. It was raining, I got lost for about an hour on the way there, but Amy Mcdonald’s ‘Mr. Rock and Roll’ and a case of Asahi saw me through.
People I met-
- Emily- Emily! The hostess, teacher, artiste- her work currently on show at The Pink Cow.
- Jeremy- Fairly drunk fella soon headed to Oz to become a pilot.
- Greg and Alycia- Married programmers- good police.
- Tim- Navy dude, big fella, just came from paint-balling.
- Peter- Teacher, went fishing over Golden Week but no fish!
- Christoria- Traveling Texan.
- Josh- The man mountain, now shaven-headed and sporting a bandanna, belongs in WWE!
- Connor- A guy with crazy eyes.
- Scott- Who has a photo show on Drunken Japanese Salarimen in The Pink Cow at the moment. Wore a knitted sweater with skulls on.
- Stanley the manley- Navy dude, longest stint in a submarine without a break- 78 days!
- Belinda, Kay, Theresa- Emily’s friends, maybe teachers also.
- An Italian girl who appreciated me saying- ‘hey beautiful, I love you!’ multiple times in Italian (that’s all I can say…)
Events-
- Drinking Margaritas! (Strong. Though I sneakily made a few virgin ones for Jeremy after he drunkenly spilled 2 or 3 drinks on people.)
- Petting cat Gidget and dog Arlo.
- Weighing myself in pounds. 190?
- Arm wrestling! I was against this from the start, but got roped in, ultimately taking the crown. The toughest was against navy dude Tim- I was totally shocked I beat him.
- Drinking Texan beer- Bocka?
- Going to buy cigarettes in the rain.
- Disco dancing!
- Making and eating fajitas.
I had a great time- thank you Emily for organising! I stayed over, woke up at 8am on a sofa, got back home at 10, and slept through until noon. Sweet!
190 pounds is 86kg!
I’m weighing in at about 174 pounds these days.
Glad you liked it.
And, I figured some people would sneakily weigh themselves on my American scale while they were in the restroom. . . you were one of the ones I tagged to do it.
Manly Men. The arm wrestling was insanity - and it figures that neither Tim nor Josh won. They look all big and strong, but they’re wimps.
-Em
OH - and it’s SHINER BOCK. The beer, I mean.
And I’m burning the cigarettes that were conveniently left here in my office. Addicts.
Probably 186 pounds then.
Cigarettes- burn them! I think I had one then regretted it. Am addicted insofar as I smoke when I get really drunk- and these days I get really drunk just a few times a year.
Scales- I can never resist weighing myself.