Rika and Andy were kind enough to invite a handful of people over for a sushi
dinner party. Lara and I decided to walk to their house from Umeda, which is about an hour away. It was one of those deals where you think to yourself that too much silence might make the other person uncomfortable, so you talk more than you’d like. A couple of days after the fact I get a message from Lara that said, in so many words, I talked too much…nice.
Anyway, it felt good to walk and listen to the sound of my own voice. By the time
we made it to our destination I had built up quite an appetite. The food was really delightful, although I did catch a lot of looks of disgust from the other guests when I tried getting a little too creative with my sushi rolls. I also had to hear how I was starting to look like Daniel Day Lewis’s character in “Gangs of New York,” from a cackling Andy and Neil.
After dinner we made our way into town, but not before stopping off at the local park for a little tomfoolery. I think we all had more fun here than the bars we went to…at least I did. I never was a fan of the bar scene. Can’t wrap my mind around sitting in a dark, smokey room drinking; makes me claustrophobic even.
Luckily, everyone else seemed to be having a nice time, so that gave me some comfort. I think we wound up at a dance hall, but to be honest, the way these things have been going, I can hardly separate one weekend from another? I know I won’t be able to do this forever though, so I should probably enjoy it while I can.