I'm having so many Life Experiences lately. God, I'm sick of it!
But seriously folks. Naw. It's been a nice week. Went to a farewell party for the junior high school I used to work at, on Tuesday. Held my liquor admirably and gave a pretty good speech in Japanese. Didn't spill anything. Ate ice cream with chop sticks. The new P.E. teacher and I hit on each other for about an hour, to the collective shock of all the other teachers. Went for smoke breaks with my old buddy the janitor. When I finally left and stepped into an elevator, who should be standing there but K, an old co-worker I last saw in January, drunk on a train, when I convinced him to join us for a mad night of clubbing and strife in Shibuya. "We meet again," he said. This Phillipino girl who was also in the elevator screamed, "Why are you fucks always speaking English? I'm fucking Phillipino, desho!" He asked if I wanted to go to a dance party but I didn't; we ran to the station together anyway, split up cuz I needed to go to the toilet, then randomly bumped into each other again on the platform. He turned melancholy and said, "You never looked me up on Facebook even though you promised to." I went home.
Went to the gaygaygay bar with a co-worker on Thursday night. I had a hideous problem with my foot that I won't go into here and couldn't dance; stood at the sidelines with hooded eyes, chainsmoking and drinking beers and looking like what Danorama would have described as "a tired old queen." Some boys came up and showed my co-worker and I various pictures of hot men, asking us to select the hottest; we did and it turned out the pictures were of themselves and then they asked to sleep with us. We drifted away.
Friday night I met up with Mr. Vice for some sexy adventures. Orgasms and political documentaries and then as usual I couldn't sleep; stared at the fish transcedent in their aquarium at the head of the bed and thought, Who am I who am I who am I? Didn't figure it out but it was okay. Sex in the morning, he made me breakfast, sunlight and that hazy May feeling where the cicadas haven't quite been born yet but you feel they're about to be and it puts a smile on your face, there's a vibration in the air that lets you know they're coming. Limped all the way back to Baba on my fucked-up foot for a joyous reuinion with Sage -- FINALLY she's back from Australia! Caught each other up. For hours. Went to a bbq at Prince Harry's, where I smoked intense cigarettes with intense people and ate fish and salad and sipped Corronoas dreamy-eyed and not altogether there; locked in my own head, an internal choreography.