I'm sorry--ごめん、ね。

It's been a long time since any posts. I am really good at putting my internet bill in my purse and heading to the conbini to pay it and then upon returing home discovering that I have bought a pack of smokes and some ice cream but have completely forgotten to pay the bill. I was about 4 months behind when Yahoo shut me down. Then I moved to Kokura and had to switch my account to my new apartment, which, as it involves official forms and inkans and Japanese people, is a huge ordeal. So, I won't have internet until October. I never thought I would miss it this much. Gonna get myself, I'm gonna get myself, I'm gonna get myself connected. (I don't wanna go blind)

Watashi no haha

I met Cindy in Osaka, then we went to Kyoto...

and then to Nara...

and then to Kokura for some swing dancing.

GionDaikoMatsuri

Despite the occassional drizzle, Kokura's Gion Daiko Festival was ace!

Hai chiizu! (Say cheese!)

I wasn't quick enough with my camera to photograph Aonghus's street fight with an angry Taiko gang that night. Posed photos were the best I could do. Can you feel the love?

Taifu

I got sent home from work because of the typhoon, so I went to see Aonghus in Kokura. We went with Rob and Tom to Wakamatsu to go swimming, although Aonghus was a little reluctant ("The beach? The beach? Yis do know there's a typhoon comin."). The wind was strong, but the day was beautiful, the waves were big and the beach was empty. We stopped for pizza on the way back and told every Irish joke we could think of.

Later we met the Shimonoseki crew at Megahertz because LeeAnne was spinning. I usually can't handle techno, but Aonghus plied me with booze and I had fun dancing.

Eventually we made our way down to Ben's bar to celebrate the typhoon. Luckily, this part of the evening is largely undocumented as the night quickly degenerated into a shameful display. A summary of what I can piece together: dancing crazy with Mike and Aonghus, trying (and failing) to do the worm(second attempt of the night), shamelessly making out with Aonghus in front of everyone, a Canadian shoving his tongue down my throat in the hall, Aonghus and I yelling at each other maybe about the way he hugged me???(we are still unclear on this point), pretending to be Louise's girlfriend in order to rescue her from some sukebe, the night culminating with me trying to fight a J-girl who, by all accounts, had it coming("I know she did not just give me the stink eye. I'ma have to fight a bitch. Oh hell no...")and being dragged out of the club by Louise and Aonghus proper Jerry Springer style. Shameful. I blame the typhoon. Aonghus blames "The O.C." As a result, I'm on "The O.C." probation.

Beppu Sex Museum

We stopped by the Beppu Sex museum expecting to see a lot of old erotic ukiyo-e prints. Instead we found a lot of really strange animal displays and some frightening wax figures. Clearly the museum curators have a thing for Walt Disney.