The Balancing Act.
May. 27th, 2007 05:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sechan19I spent the majority of the day being very responsible and studying like a fiend. I had considered going out to Yokohama Pier with friends, but just couldn't justify the expenditure of time considering that Saturday was entirely taken up in purely enjoyable pursuits.
After culture class ended I raced home to freshen up and head back into the city to meet friends for dinner near Yoyogi Uehara station. I'd been put in touch with the delightful, Aki, an analyst with the same company my mother works for, and she invited me out to have yakitori with her friend from Chicago and her boyfriend. We had a simply sumptuous dinner and an extended evening of great conversation - covering subjects from the mundane to the profane (my favorite type of ramble).
After the indescribable delights of the yakitori restaurant (my personal favorites were the grilled garlic, bacon-wrapped mochi, and onion-crusted chicken neck) we caught a train down to the Shinjuku station area to extend the evening, getting drinks from an outdoor cafe on the east side of the station. Along the way we paused periodically to take photos of the strange and wondrous, marveled at the drunks (as it wasn't even 9pm when we began seeing people who'd clearly hit their limit), and laughed and laughed. It was truly a fabulous time.
In other news, I learned today that I can repair a laptop computer keyboard without too much difficulty. I made the fatal mistake of leaving the kitchen for a minute to check on my laundry this afternoon. When I came back in Jeff-chan handed me one of the keys (covered in baby saliva, I might add). He'd managed to strip a grand total of six keys off the board - to my, and Fujiko's, astonishment. Poor Fujiko-san! She was so embarrassed and upset. I tried repeatedly to assure her that I considered it entirely my fault (after all, I really do know better than that), but she was incurably contrite.
In the end it was all's well that ends well, although there was a moment when Jeff-chan handed me the first keyboard key where I had to remind myself that he wasn't even two yet and therefore not subject to the laws of smackdown! I don't think my 'M' key will ever be right in the head again, though, and I can only say thank the lord he didn't swallow any of them.
Ee gods. It's the little things in life that you treasure. Heh.
After culture class ended I raced home to freshen up and head back into the city to meet friends for dinner near Yoyogi Uehara station. I'd been put in touch with the delightful, Aki, an analyst with the same company my mother works for, and she invited me out to have yakitori with her friend from Chicago and her boyfriend. We had a simply sumptuous dinner and an extended evening of great conversation - covering subjects from the mundane to the profane (my favorite type of ramble).
After the indescribable delights of the yakitori restaurant (my personal favorites were the grilled garlic, bacon-wrapped mochi, and onion-crusted chicken neck) we caught a train down to the Shinjuku station area to extend the evening, getting drinks from an outdoor cafe on the east side of the station. Along the way we paused periodically to take photos of the strange and wondrous, marveled at the drunks (as it wasn't even 9pm when we began seeing people who'd clearly hit their limit), and laughed and laughed. It was truly a fabulous time.
In other news, I learned today that I can repair a laptop computer keyboard without too much difficulty. I made the fatal mistake of leaving the kitchen for a minute to check on my laundry this afternoon. When I came back in Jeff-chan handed me one of the keys (covered in baby saliva, I might add). He'd managed to strip a grand total of six keys off the board - to my, and Fujiko's, astonishment. Poor Fujiko-san! She was so embarrassed and upset. I tried repeatedly to assure her that I considered it entirely my fault (after all, I really do know better than that), but she was incurably contrite.
In the end it was all's well that ends well, although there was a moment when Jeff-chan handed me the first keyboard key where I had to remind myself that he wasn't even two yet and therefore not subject to the laws of smackdown! I don't think my 'M' key will ever be right in the head again, though, and I can only say thank the lord he didn't swallow any of them.
Ee gods. It's the little things in life that you treasure. Heh.
