Dudes!
I’m going to Japan.
Ladies!
I just told the dudes I was going to Japan. They were quite favorably stoked.
It’s the truth! Back to Japan, actually. I took a ten-day trip there about a year ago. On my birthday, actually! I mean, the entire ten-day trip was not entirely on my birthday. That’d be some Groundhog Day shit right there. I flew out on my birthday. And it was the best vacation of my life, no question.
And that’s particularly saying something considering those ten days contained the worst hangover of my life. Shochu’s a powerful drink, and shochu plus catharsis can make for a harrowing night. Despite a heroic effort to stay upright and hydrated after the drinking was done, the machinery of my body ground itself to a sparking, squealing halt, only to reboot into a laser-bright world of pain.
I say it was my worst hangover ever, but I actually don’t remember a lot about that day. I suppose I drifted from blessed sleep to pukey reality, but my memory’s not razor sharp on that. To be honest, my forgetfulness is probably a big part of why I remember the trip so fondly.
Somehow I always knew I’d be back. Didn’t expect it to be so soon, though! I won’t spill too much about my circumstances, but suffice it to say it’s a temporary position. I should be back in the states in a few months.
Mmmm, that’s all for now.
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