Grammar Lessons with Elliot

I went to a club in the hilariously sketchy 西新宿二町目 district, where before long I was danced all up ons by a Brazilian. I was really hoping for a Nihonjin, but because this particular Brazilian lived in Japan and spoke Japanese fluently that was really my main criterion.

After dancing, I was told the following: ”やりたい”。([I/one] want(s) to do [X])

This statement included neither a subject nor an object of the verb, as Japanese speech is wont to do. But as I've gradually gotten better at understanding these sorts of things and filling in the blanks, I was pretty sure what was meant, but decided to clarify all the same.

"僕を？” (direct object: me?)

Yes, that is exactly what was meant. I discovered that night that not only has my speech progressed to the point where I can flirt in Japanese, I can also politely decline (adamantly refuse) night club intercourse. Hooray!

Back to America (FUCK YEAH) tomorrow afternoon.

Odorimasyou!

Hakodate had its annual summer port festival this weekend, which was tons of fun. Pictures on my facebook for any who care to stalk, although I have a ton more than I have yet to upload. in the meantime, I present this gem that I experienced (can you experience gems? I don't think so, but I'm too tired to care to reword my fail Engrish) among the many performance groups that paraded throughout the streets.

First, the traditional Ika Odori (Squid Dance) for which Hakodate is famous. You can just barely make out the words to the song. About a bajillion people danced about in the street to this song from 4:30-9 pm, and Elliot and I were allowed to join in the fun at 8 pm when we joined the Hakodate University students who were wasted beyond all belief and we all danced for an hour and half straight and bonded. And **** do my feet hurt right now. Anyway:


IKA IKA IKA IKA ODORI ODORI!

And the best for last:



Lady Gaga? REALLY? THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY.

Marching and some ladies

So, I know we ostensibly don't march, right? But before my inner scatter-band badass was freed by the YPMB, I spent four years of my life in the depths of roll-step mark-time horn-swing hell, reined over by a merciless tyrant of questionable senility. And though I wear my YPMB schwee with the same pride that a recovering alcoholic puts into their AA badge, these things don't just leave you unscarred.

So I was participating in the Hakodate Harbor Festival, in a semi-historical costume parade. My part of the parade was sandwiched between not one, but TWO marching bands. They were playing JP Sousa. Stars and Stripes Forever. It was Amerika-tastic! Except they were marching with French Horns. Everyone knows you just don't do that. I missed my mellas.

But then the thing is, I couldn't not march in step. Samurais don't roll-step, but I still marked time every time we stopped. It was bad.

Can you spot the foreigners?

Also, please note that following the parade, having consumed two cups of legal drinking age beer I proceeded to acquire three girls. Subtract one from both sides of the equation and we have ourselves a winning combination.

We saw John Greenawalt today!

BHouse, after an impromptu celebration of Joe's 19th birthday (btw, 19th birthdays are seriously meaningless....srsly), ran into John Greenawalt!

Oh yea, it's Joe's birfday today (though I guess not anymore for those of you in DA ASIA)

Amurrika misses y'all.