great big drain on the power grid

I went about 2 months without really going out on the weekends. The weather was too cold to support the idea of Kego Park or street beers and my mood wasn't very supportive of the idea. Finals week was over, grades had been submitted, I finished designing the freshmen class yearbook page, and I was ready for an outing.

On Friday morning I was contacted by a Dutch guy named Roel who was traveling through Japan and needed a place to crash on Saturday night. Someone had just mentioned couchsurfing.com to him so he thought he'd give it a try. I saw it as a perfect opportunity to really go out big.

Roel showed up at my apartment around 6 p.m. on Saturday night. Right off the bat I knew that he was a mellow guy and I was pretty stoked that a bunch of other people were on their way over to my house for dinner and drinks before we went out.

Four hours, a case of beer, bottles of wine, a bottle of vodka, and some yakisoba later we finally stumbled out of my apartment and caught a train down to Tenjin. One bar led to another and another and another. Somewhere around there Roel, Daryl, and I lost TL, BL, REL, and the others. Instead, we started picking up other strangers and adding them to our posse. The night progressed and more strangers joined our traveling party until about 6 a.m. when a group of us caught cabs back to my apartment to end the night.

I woke up around 2 p.m. or so and glanced around my apartment. Aside from all the shit everywhere I saw a tuft of blond hair poking out from underneath a blanket on the couch. My heart skipped a beat because I thought it was O lying underneath that blanket. It didn't take more than a second to set my mind straight but the damage was done.

All the peeps started to get up around the same time and we made a big breakfast, drank blendy, and laughed about foosball. Around 4 or 5 everyone had left and I was stuck with the fantastic job of cleaning up the apartment with a splitting headache. It was worth it though. I met some fun people who live outside of Fukuoka and one girl in particular will prove to be a valuable asset. She's an Indian living in Oita. That doesn't seem to be all that fantastic until you hear about the fact that there is a Mexican living in Oita and he has a restaurant! But then, keep thinking, she's Indian. So if I get my happy ass to Oita I'll be able to eat both Indian and Mexican food! I'm going to try and get out there near the end of February. I can't wait.

My headache is gone, the apartment is clean and I think it's time for bed. Goodnight peeps.