take the last train to yono

I have a curfew and I don’t know if this is a good or a bad thing. The trains here stop running around 12:30am and it’s really tough to get used to after the freedom of walking or cabbing it home for years. I feel like I’m stuck in Ladner again. I used to have to take the last 601 bus from Vancouver and it was such a pain. I hated having to come home so early. Thankfully I finally got a car and found a few couches to crash on if need be.

So here I am, back in Ladner with no car. I enjoy my nights in Tokyo but the end of my evenings are spent stressing out over whether or not I’ll make my last train to Yono. I think I may have to move soon or find myself some couches to surf on. Last night Joe and I ran like mad to catch our connecting trains and we just barely caught our last one. Booking it up and down steps after 5 pints of Asahi is not a good idea, I felt like an accident waiting to happen.

The other option is to pull an all nighter. If I miss my last train I can head back to the bar and put my heels up until the first train at 5am. I have yet to attempt this, it could be ugly, especially if I have to teach screaming children the same day.

Went to a lovely Okinawan restaurant last night with Joe and a couple of his friends. The food was quite interesting. One particular noodle dish was quite delicious but after I had consumed it I was a little bit shocked when I found out the pieces of meat were SPAM. What the hell? I’ve managed to avoid that stuff for 32 years and I encounter it at an Okinawan restaurant in Tokyo? Dear god, what next?

We all had a giggle after seeing this air freshener in the restaurant washroom...

Listening to The Ladies and Gentlemen Small Sins