It's November!

This sign was on the busy sidewalk in front of an American-themed clothing store called "Americay," in Shibuya. I was seriously tempted to spend the money there.
Last night in Shibuya- we bought juice and sake in 2-liter bottles, and everyone got drunk while wandering around looking for cheap place to sing karaoke. For about 325 yen per person. Ahh!
A packet of "Ninja Food." These are nutritious little gummies designed to curb hunger. "Satisfaction for the modern ninja's stomach."
Que Sera-Sera in Shibuya. Quite possibly one of the greatest shops ever. It is a hair salon doubling as a tailor's shop, full of carefully maintained, gorgeous saltwater reef-tanks and bicycles. I worry about my dear, dear fish back home!
That great staple of Japanese oddity, Condomania.
The second and final Keio-Waseda baseball match.
It is Halloween and Yutaro Tanaka is warming everyone's hearts as his alter-ego Yuty, a kindergartener from the Tulip Group.
I had this dream once...



Woah. It's been a while since my last post, and lots of stuff has happened! Let us go back to Halloween and find out how we got where we are today...

Halloween! I spent most of Halloween day sleeping, or alternatively pondering how I could turn 300 yen and an uncluttered room into a costume. I immediately ruled out using toilet paper, settled briefly on turning an empty snack bag into a mask, but ended up going as a boxer. Meaning, I took off my shirt and put on my boxing gloves. I looked around for something other than permanent marker to black out one of my eyes with, but to no avail.

I left in a group of about eight people around 6:30pm, to journey to Keio's party hotspot- Willing Setagaya (where the Beer and Banana Party was held previously). Angus and Michael took to the night as spandex-clad Power Rangers, Mo (who actually has the belly and the joviality for it) went as a fully-bearded Santa, and then dear, dear Yuty was himself. There were also a few cat girls in attendance.

The party itself was packed, with nearly everyone in elaborate costume. Some of the costumes (I am thinking, particularly, of Albert as a 19th century British gentleman complete with pocket-watch, waistcoat, and top-hat, and of the guy dressed as a giant taiyaki pastry) were quality. Others were of a different sort of quality, in which category I would include the Canadian gent who came dressed in a suit, then taped bottles of cheap whiskey all over his chest and torso and invited people to drink from them with straws. He was quite popular, and had hangers-on all night.

After the party, I wandered tipsily around Hiyoshi with Amy (from Melbourne, Australia) until about three in the morning. No sooner had I collapsed in bed, it seemed, than I was awakened by a friend to cheer on Keio at the Keio-Waseda baseball game on Sunday morning. Groggy, exhausted, muddle-headed and feeling unpleasantly grimy, I fell out of bed and crushed my schoolwork binder.

And then it was off to the game...

(to be continued shortly...)