Happy B'day Carol! and other treasures...

On the 20th of May, Carol officially turned 30. Or 27. Who can be sure? We went to Christon Cafe in Shinjuku which is a cool cool cool restaurant that looks like a church. Well a Baz Lurman church anyway. It is very hot. Carrie's Mum was in Japan for an adventure and we all had a totally ace night.


Then last week a friend from Sydney, Paddy, came to Japan for some-kind of Sydney Uni promoting mega-tour. I am totally jealous, I think he will see more of Japan in 2 weeks than I did in a year. We went to an Izakaya in Shibuya and just drank and stuff. I think I told my first official J-joke to some cool Japanese chicks. It was from the last episode of Lost Season 2...Q) What did the 1st snowman say to the 2nd snowman? A) Can you smell carrots? Do you love it? It took awhile but I think I got it out. Nice.

Me and Paddy.

Wet weather, Shibuya style.

Me and Paddy came across these 2 fine specimins of J-girl love to add to my Yamanba collection. The one on the right is Keisuke and he's a man, man! Well he's 17 anyway. So weird, I have never see a cross-dressing Japanese person before, let alone a YaMANba! Do you love it? Remember this?

Wrong.

Wrong.

いろいろ！

Iro Iro means variety I think. Like a mix-bag of lollies maybe. Whatever. So I'm blogging about nothing in particular today. Another ridiculous hangover bitches. Went to Yoyogi Park in Tokyo yesterday with Carrie and Karryn and Karryn's lovely man friend Tadao and had such an ace time! The weather is getting amazing! The park was beautiful and beer was cold. And so was the one-cup I bagged at the conbini. One-cup is the sexiest of homeles man beverages. Every time I venture from my front door I am potentially one step closer to being homeless due to my penchant for key-loss. And so when out and about One-cup sake is for me. Basically a jar of sake with a pull-back tin lid. Looks like you are downing metho from a jar. Which, by the way, is considerably less harmful if you strain the metho through bread first. Apparently. Things got hot near the end when one of the picnicers pulled out 2 very real looking guns. We actually have a gun at out house too. It only shoots little plastic balls, and so did the ones in the park. So we shot some cans and strucks some poses and floated out of the park and into the Tokyo night.

Tadao and Karryn

Me and Carrie.

Cindy Cindy Free-wheelin' Cindy.

Loves it.

Loves it.

I haven't told you of my wacky experience in the locker room of a club in Tokyo yet, and it was one of the biggest coincidences in my whole life. And I'm all about coincidences. So a month ago I was putting my stuff in a locker at this club, getting ready to bust some hot moves and I could hear a girl saying my name. Which is Andrew. And who could it be? Cindy, Cindy, Hot-rolling Cindy! Cindy from my days at LOOSH in Leichhardt! We worked together on and off for about a year or maybe more! So insane. She has been in Japan for the past couple of months I think, and niether of us had any idea the other was in Japan. Being quite the desired foxy fox I naturally assumed she was stalking me. She alleges she wasn't. She came along to the park yesterday too and we went out after. I missed my train and got shitfaced.


In other news...

It's my birthday on Wednesday. I have been dreading turning 28 for ever! Which is not such a problem. Cos I'm turning 27. Which incidently is my luckiest of lucky numbers. I can feel big things about to happen.

Tommy Lee Jones is the boss. And you are his bitches.


Please don't take dynamite into the ¥100 store near my house. Thanks.


Thanks to Paul on the North Coast for this little gem!