I am not a huge frequenter of bars, but here is a quick rundown of this place
It is a "snack bar", which is like a low-rent version of a hostess bar; it features heavily made up women who serve you drinks and talk to you, refill your drinks unless you explicitly tell them not to, and bizarrely high prices
The only piece of technology here which looks like it dates from a time after the late 90s is the karaoke machine, which is (for karaoke machines) relatively recent
The wallpaper is beige and peeling, the ceiling as well; the floor is cracked and laminate. The furniture is old and stained. There are boxes everywhere. The air is stale and reeks of cigarette smoke that hasn't - or can't - be vented.
The bartender is a wizened, heavy-set Japanese woman in her 50s, at best. The two hostesses are wearing attire that would seem suited to the late 90s nightclub scene. None of them are conventionally attractive, to put it mildly.
There is a small child here, perhaps one who goes to an elementary school I teach at. He is watching television and flopping on the seating that is (currently) unoccupied. Nobody seems to care that he is here.
The people there insist we karaoke. We perform three Lady Gaga songs at their request. The yakitori man attempts a rendition of 'Yesterday'.
We have since moved on. The bill came to around $125 - the toothless man who runs the yakitori truck dragged us here paid it entirely. He is very drunk and appears not to care that he has effectively sunk more money into us than he has ever gotten from us, now.
We moved on to a bar I actually frequent, a Brazillian-themed bar with nice music, atmosphere, and visible pricing scheme. He hated it. The entire time we were there he commented in rude Japanese that the place was too "prideful", asked questions of the proprietor about how long they had been there, why they were Brazillian-themed, etc. The woman in charge put on that Japanese posture which was expressing toleration, not amusement. We left after two drinks and some "bad tasting" food, in his words.
We move on to another snack bar - one that is better lit, but still fundamentally a snack bar. We drink glasses of watered down shouchu and listen to karaoke. This place made us take off our shoes, at least.
I just had a fumbling conversation with the middle aged Japanese woman next to me about which schools I taught at. The yakitori man insists I keep drinking.
It is 11pm, and I left the apartment with the intention of going out for dinner at 7pm.
I do not know what will happen next.
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Me too. I just really don't want to be long term unemployed again. I'm in a better position now than I was before I got this job but searching for work is horrible and I hate it.
I am not a huge frequenter of bars, but here is a quick rundown of this place
It is a "snack bar", which is like a low-rent version of a hostess bar; it features heavily made up women who serve you drinks and talk to you, refill your drinks unless you explicitly tell them not to, and bizarrely high prices
The only piece of technology here which looks like it dates from a time after the late 90s is the karaoke machine, which is (for karaoke machines) relatively recent
The wallpaper is beige and peeling, the ceiling as well; the floor is cracked and laminate. The furniture is old and stained. There are boxes everywhere. The air is stale and reeks of cigarette smoke that hasn't - or can't - be vented.
The bartender is a wizened, heavy-set Japanese woman in her 50s, at best. The two hostesses are wearing attire that would seem suited to the late 90s nightclub scene. None of them are conventionally attractive, to put it mildly.
There is a small child here, perhaps one who goes to an elementary school I teach at. He is watching television and flopping on the seating that is (currently) unoccupied. Nobody seems to care that he is here.
The people there insist we karaoke. We perform three Lady Gaga songs at their request. The yakitori man attempts a rendition of 'Yesterday'.
We have since moved on. The bill came to around $125 - the toothless man who runs the yakitori truck dragged us here paid it entirely. He is very drunk and appears not to care that he has effectively sunk more money into us than he has ever gotten from us, now.
We moved on to a bar I actually frequent, a Brazillian-themed bar with nice music, atmosphere, and visible pricing scheme. He hated it. The entire time we were there he commented in rude Japanese that the place was too "prideful", asked questions of the proprietor about how long they had been there, why they were Brazillian-themed, etc. The woman in charge put on that Japanese posture which was expressing toleration, not amusement. We left after two drinks and some "bad tasting" food, in his words.
We move on to another snack bar - one that is better lit, but still fundamentally a snack bar. We drink glasses of watered down shouchu and listen to karaoke. This place made us take off our shoes, at least.
I just had a fumbling conversation with the middle aged Japanese woman next to me about which schools I taught at. The yakitori man insists I keep drinking.
It is 11pm, and I left the apartment with the intention of going out for dinner at 7pm.
I do not know what will happen next.
Good lad!
Find out if there are any okama hostess bars and go there next.
I am not a huge frequenter of bars, but here is a quick rundown of this place
It is a "snack bar", which is like a low-rent version of a hostess bar; it features heavily made up women who serve you drinks and talk to you, refill your drinks unless you explicitly tell them not to, and bizarrely high prices
The only piece of technology here which looks like it dates from a time after the late 90s is the karaoke machine, which is (for karaoke machines) relatively recent
The wallpaper is beige and peeling, the ceiling as well; the floor is cracked and laminate. The furniture is old and stained. There are boxes everywhere. The air is stale and reeks of cigarette smoke that hasn't - or can't - be vented.
The bartender is a wizened, heavy-set Japanese woman in her 50s, at best. The two hostesses are wearing attire that would seem suited to the late 90s nightclub scene. None of them are conventionally attractive, to put it mildly.
There is a small child here, perhaps one who goes to an elementary school I teach at. He is watching television and flopping on the seating that is (currently) unoccupied. Nobody seems to care that he is here.
The people there insist we karaoke. We perform three Lady Gaga songs at their request. The yakitori man attempts a rendition of 'Yesterday'.
We have since moved on. The bill came to around $125 - the toothless man who runs the yakitori truck dragged us here paid it entirely. He is very drunk and appears not to care that he has effectively sunk more money into us than he has ever gotten from us, now.
We moved on to a bar I actually frequent, a Brazillian-themed bar with nice music, atmosphere, and visible pricing scheme. He hated it. The entire time we were there he commented in rude Japanese that the place was too "prideful", asked questions of the proprietor about how long they had been there, why they were Brazillian-themed, etc. The woman in charge put on that Japanese posture which was expressing toleration, not amusement. We left after two drinks and some "bad tasting" food, in his words.
We move on to another snack bar - one that is better lit, but still fundamentally a snack bar. We drink glasses of watered down shouchu and listen to karaoke. This place made us take off our shoes, at least.
I just had a fumbling conversation with the middle aged Japanese woman next to me about which schools I taught at. The yakitori man insists I keep drinking.
It is 11pm, and I left the apartment with the intention of going out for dinner at 7pm.
I do not know what will happen next.
>Go North.
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Homogeneous distribution of your varieties of amuse-gueule
I am not a huge frequenter of bars, but here is a quick rundown of this place
It is a "snack bar", which is like a low-rent version of a hostess bar; it features heavily made up women who serve you drinks and talk to you, refill your drinks unless you explicitly tell them not to, and bizarrely high prices
The only piece of technology here which looks like it dates from a time after the late 90s is the karaoke machine, which is (for karaoke machines) relatively recent
The wallpaper is beige and peeling, the ceiling as well; the floor is cracked and laminate. The furniture is old and stained. There are boxes everywhere. The air is stale and reeks of cigarette smoke that hasn't - or can't - be vented.
The bartender is a wizened, heavy-set Japanese woman in her 50s, at best. The two hostesses are wearing attire that would seem suited to the late 90s nightclub scene. None of them are conventionally attractive, to put it mildly.
There is a small child here, perhaps one who goes to an elementary school I teach at. He is watching television and flopping on the seating that is (currently) unoccupied. Nobody seems to care that he is here.
The people there insist we karaoke. We perform three Lady Gaga songs at their request. The yakitori man attempts a rendition of 'Yesterday'.
We have since moved on. The bill came to around $125 - the toothless man who runs the yakitori truck dragged us here paid it entirely. He is very drunk and appears not to care that he has effectively sunk more money into us than he has ever gotten from us, now.
We moved on to a bar I actually frequent, a Brazillian-themed bar with nice music, atmosphere, and visible pricing scheme. He hated it. The entire time we were there he commented in rude Japanese that the place was too "prideful", asked questions of the proprietor about how long they had been there, why they were Brazillian-themed, etc. The woman in charge put on that Japanese posture which was expressing toleration, not amusement. We left after two drinks and some "bad tasting" food, in his words.
We move on to another snack bar - one that is better lit, but still fundamentally a snack bar. We drink glasses of watered down shouchu and listen to karaoke. This place made us take off our shoes, at least.
I just had a fumbling conversation with the middle aged Japanese woman next to me about which schools I taught at. The yakitori man insists I keep drinking.
It is 11pm, and I left the apartment with the intention of going out for dinner at 7pm.
@BobCesca, I figure the holiday in February will tide us over for boardgames for January (alright, early February), but we should sort something out for the end of Feb/early March. I'll send a message out near the end of the month for the usual suspects.
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Microwave it and it'll go all sticky and weird and make for a good sammich exactly one time before you realize it's actually terrible!
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Time to form an escape plan!
because you put it in the freezer?
I would hazard a guess that Cass did not do this, but someone else in her house did contrary to her requests.
Step one: hang around here until I get my notice.
Step two: ?????
Step three: no PROFIT
I am going to bake some butter and salmon.
You'll have to activate your network and set up job posting e-mail at the least. See if you can find something else, basically.
I am not part of the PC master race. And am at work to boot.
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You know im a nerd because I spotted the white OG PS2 before anything else
And the old-school xbox to it's left.
join usssssssssssss
a 42 inch screen thats 9 feet away is considerably smaller looking than my 25 inch monitor nearly attached to my face
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I am not a huge frequenter of bars, but here is a quick rundown of this place
It is a "snack bar", which is like a low-rent version of a hostess bar; it features heavily made up women who serve you drinks and talk to you, refill your drinks unless you explicitly tell them not to, and bizarrely high prices
The only piece of technology here which looks like it dates from a time after the late 90s is the karaoke machine, which is (for karaoke machines) relatively recent
The wallpaper is beige and peeling, the ceiling as well; the floor is cracked and laminate. The furniture is old and stained. There are boxes everywhere. The air is stale and reeks of cigarette smoke that hasn't - or can't - be vented.
The bartender is a wizened, heavy-set Japanese woman in her 50s, at best. The two hostesses are wearing attire that would seem suited to the late 90s nightclub scene. None of them are conventionally attractive, to put it mildly.
There is a small child here, perhaps one who goes to an elementary school I teach at. He is watching television and flopping on the seating that is (currently) unoccupied. Nobody seems to care that he is here.
The people there insist we karaoke. We perform three Lady Gaga songs at their request. The yakitori man attempts a rendition of 'Yesterday'.
We have since moved on. The bill came to around $125 - the toothless man who runs the yakitori truck dragged us here paid it entirely. He is very drunk and appears not to care that he has effectively sunk more money into us than he has ever gotten from us, now.
We moved on to a bar I actually frequent, a Brazillian-themed bar with nice music, atmosphere, and visible pricing scheme. He hated it. The entire time we were there he commented in rude Japanese that the place was too "prideful", asked questions of the proprietor about how long they had been there, why they were Brazillian-themed, etc. The woman in charge put on that Japanese posture which was expressing toleration, not amusement. We left after two drinks and some "bad tasting" food, in his words.
We move on to another snack bar - one that is better lit, but still fundamentally a snack bar. We drink glasses of watered down shouchu and listen to karaoke. This place made us take off our shoes, at least.
I just had a fumbling conversation with the middle aged Japanese woman next to me about which schools I taught at. The yakitori man insists I keep drinking.
It is 11pm, and I left the apartment with the intention of going out for dinner at 7pm.
I do not know what will happen next.
avfacing like @echo right now
I apologise for any fundamental mistakes in tense or grammar
Me too. I just really don't want to be long term unemployed again. I'm in a better position now than I was before I got this job but searching for work is horrible and I hate it.
Good lad!
Find out if there are any okama hostess bars and go there next.
Need more adventure!
>Go North.
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I think you died and are in Japanese purgatory.
You're one dream sequence from being in a Murakami novel, simon.
Whence You Came.
Whence You Came.
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However, I do now have these:
and a burning desire to march soldiers bravely to their deaths.
Kabobs
Edit: Specifically, Chicken Kabobs. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakitori
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a sea was stormin inside of me
and baby, I think I'm capsizin
the waves are risin, and risin