cadavery revery (referee? too drunk to see)
So another weekend has come and gone in this marvelously unpredictable country of eccentricity, politeness and inescapable humidity...let me provide you with some of the details...
FRIDAY: entirely uneventful...prepared to save funds by making no plans for the weekend...went to bed before 1 (Grum, you boring old sod, you)
SATURDAY: slept in like the lazy, heathen scum that I am...received some calls...joined my friend Michiko for an afternoon of playing classical music (me - violin, her and others - piano)
Later on, met up with D for a much-needed rencontrer, and went to a Irish-ish pub...proceeded to meet not one, not two, not three, but four undertakers...all from Canada originally...Ontario, even...learned much about cadaver care and the horrors of being hungover when you have to deal with the smell and all the other very unpleasant to horrendously unpleasant things that come with embalming a semi-decomposed corpse...apres ca, packed into 2 tiny Japanese size cars and headed up to the mountains in Gunma (prefecture just to the north of where I live) for a rather amazing full moon mountain rave magical party adventure!
After driving through monsoon-like rains with the car hydro-planing most of the way, we began to snake our way up the side of a mountain. Looking for the lights and listening for the pounding of heavy bass, we slowly made our way up. We got to the top...nobody there...decided to drink beer instead...discovered we were in fact drinking on a ski ramp from a popular winter ski slope...made the brilliant decision to down a beer each and then jump in the car and gun it to see if we could make it all the way up the ski ramp...discovered that cars can't handle 45 degree slopes...rocketed down the ski ramp with control of the car somewhat in the hands of the gods...went fast...didn't die (although, had I perished on the ski slopes, I would have been in good hands, seeing as there were 4 professionals who could see to it that my body would be embalmed and handled correctly)...oh sweet so sweet sweeeeeeeet
We did, however, finally manage to find our destination (a few mountains away just down the road a bit)...
And thus, in the middle of the mountains, miles from anything or anyone, we made our stand. Mist all around, hard techno pounding from gigantic speakers, we pounded the beers with the vigour that only drinking with 4 undertakers on a Japanese mountainside could muster. Dancing ensued...Iranian man showed up with his Doner Kebab stand for some early morning feedings...met the crazies from Iceland, Canada, and all over Japan...reprezented...searched for toads...almost plummeted into the river...participated in various group foolery...everybody wins.
Smashed our way home at about 9 am...proceeded in some more ritualistic beer-drinking, followed by "who can damage the apartment walls the most completely in the least amount of time" blow-gun competitions (with the blow-guns newly purchased by the undertakers on their trip to Thailand)
...at about 7 pm, mangled, crippled and twisted, arrived on the steps of my very own home, opened the door, and gave up.
It was a grand weekend.
I didn't manage to save any money.
(there is always next weekend though...)
My life is the greatest life that has ever been lived.
FRIDAY: entirely uneventful...prepared to save funds by making no plans for the weekend...went to bed before 1 (Grum, you boring old sod, you)
SATURDAY: slept in like the lazy, heathen scum that I am...received some calls...joined my friend Michiko for an afternoon of playing classical music (me - violin, her and others - piano)
Later on, met up with D for a much-needed rencontrer, and went to a Irish-ish pub...proceeded to meet not one, not two, not three, but four undertakers...all from Canada originally...Ontario, even...learned much about cadaver care and the horrors of being hungover when you have to deal with the smell and all the other very unpleasant to horrendously unpleasant things that come with embalming a semi-decomposed corpse...apres ca, packed into 2 tiny Japanese size cars and headed up to the mountains in Gunma (prefecture just to the north of where I live) for a rather amazing full moon mountain rave magical party adventure!
After driving through monsoon-like rains with the car hydro-planing most of the way, we began to snake our way up the side of a mountain. Looking for the lights and listening for the pounding of heavy bass, we slowly made our way up. We got to the top...nobody there...decided to drink beer instead...discovered we were in fact drinking on a ski ramp from a popular winter ski slope...made the brilliant decision to down a beer each and then jump in the car and gun it to see if we could make it all the way up the ski ramp...discovered that cars can't handle 45 degree slopes...rocketed down the ski ramp with control of the car somewhat in the hands of the gods...went fast...didn't die (although, had I perished on the ski slopes, I would have been in good hands, seeing as there were 4 professionals who could see to it that my body would be embalmed and handled correctly)...oh sweet so sweet sweeeeeeeet
We did, however, finally manage to find our destination (a few mountains away just down the road a bit)...
And thus, in the middle of the mountains, miles from anything or anyone, we made our stand. Mist all around, hard techno pounding from gigantic speakers, we pounded the beers with the vigour that only drinking with 4 undertakers on a Japanese mountainside could muster. Dancing ensued...Iranian man showed up with his Doner Kebab stand for some early morning feedings...met the crazies from Iceland, Canada, and all over Japan...reprezented...searched for toads...almost plummeted into the river...participated in various group foolery...everybody wins.
Smashed our way home at about 9 am...proceeded in some more ritualistic beer-drinking, followed by "who can damage the apartment walls the most completely in the least amount of time" blow-gun competitions (with the blow-guns newly purchased by the undertakers on their trip to Thailand)
...at about 7 pm, mangled, crippled and twisted, arrived on the steps of my very own home, opened the door, and gave up.
It was a grand weekend.
I didn't manage to save any money.
(there is always next weekend though...)
My life is the greatest life that has ever been lived.
posted by -Jubei- at 3:45 AM
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