Cell Phone Number and...

The Legend of Daichi

携帯(keitai) is Japanese for expensive-ass-cell-phone. With it comes my cell phone number and my twelfth email address. The email is:
nikuashi@k.vodafone.ne.jp
“Nikuashi” means “meatleg” in Japanese. The number is:
Cell: 080-3796-6431
If you are calling from the USA, you should dial the number without the first zero, but you have to add other numbers. I checked with a friend and this should be ok:
From USA: 011-81-80-3796-6431

I will have a land line next week I believe, I'm not sure what takes so long, but it’s taking longer than a drag queen before a fashion show. My land line number will be
0739-25-3531
But again, when calling from the states you should call it without the first zero like this:
011-81-739-25-3531
I think. I’ll update my blog ASAP when I get internet (hopefully) next week. After I get it, please try to call at that number to reach me cause these cell phone minutes are expensive. Don’t forget to use the www.phonecardonsale.com website that I told you about.

Last night I went out one group of friends and ended up hanging out with another group of friends later. Well, the second group of friends was more like baby sitting cause I ended up taking care of my new friend Dai. He was so wasted that I didn’t know what to do with him. Part of the problem with bars in Japan is that they don’t cut people off for any reason. Combine that with the fact that the bartenders play drinking games with the patrons and are often drunk themselves, and it’s a wonder that the people I have befriended are still alive at 25. I thought he drove to the 駅(eki or station), so I was planning on leaving my bike downtown and driving his ass back to my place. So when they kicked us out of the bar, he was too wasted to deal with, so we ducked into a ramen shop so he could sober up. He didn’t sober up. Instead, he sat next to a drunken girl, and they proceeded to berate each other in Japanese and English. Dai went to college in California when he was still a teenager, so his English is pretty good. The girl he was exchanging pleasantries with is a former student of my school, so her English was pretty good to. The conversation entailed a lot of “you are stupid”s and “I hate you”s, so they weren’t exactly testing their vocabularies, but it was funny to hear to drunken Japanese people insult each other in English for no apparent reason. After about an hour or so of that, I decided it was time to take him home. We went to the station, and looked for his car, but it wasn’t there. Towing isn’t really common in Japan from what I can tell, but it was strange that it wasn’t there. I decided to put him in a taxi and take my bike home, but I couldn’t get him into the taxi. I was trying to shove him in the taxi door, but he kept saying “no, you must come with me!” Logic and common sense just don’t fly with someone once the alcohol level gets too high, and he couldn’t understand why I couldn’t get into the taxi with him and my bicycle. It was like trying to leave a 170 pound puppy on the side of the road (not that I’ve ever done that). So, I finally gave up and started walking home with my bike, and he followed me like a stray animal all the way to my house. Well, not like a stray animal, he followed me more like Frankenstein with his feet on backwards. He fell down in the street three times, once when a car was coming and he turned a 15 minute walk into a 30 minute cliff hanger. When he woke up this morning at 2pm, he remembered that he had not driven to the bar. He had come with a friend (that went home without him) so there was no car to look for in the parking lot. Dork. I’m already looking forward to going back to work, at least I get paid to watch the kids there, and they don’t stink of alcohol and cigarettes.
Anyway, that’s all for now.
More later, Happy New Year.
Mine,
Erich