Pictures! Hilarious pictures!
You may all thank silvershinigami for being so adorable and so determined to see another picture post.
Let's start out small, with a trip to the alcohol section of the grocery store!
Sometimes, you crave something a little different. It may be orange wine, oatmeal stout, or... onion wine.
This is surprisingly not nausea-inducing, so I've heard.
And then we go out to the parking lot, where we get this little gem:
And then upstairs to clothes!
I don't know about you guys, but I definitely couldn't do without my marshmallow touch neck gaiter.
This is only funny if you can read Japanese, so I'll explain. They're advertising their new cheese souffle crepe, and have decided to call it a "Chiizu Suflepu." Because that sounds so delicious.
And the Christmas Tree that was up in Amu Plaza all winter long. Very tasteful, no?
And now we move on to bigger and better things... like riding on a plastic frog.
Instead of a cowboy hat, I was clutching a bag with delicious pastries. I feel like this is very much the story of my life.
L chose the more tame route of the kangaroo. She, too, had a pastry bag because we're bad influences on each other.
This is the plastic squirrel mentioned in a previous post. He looks so innocent, yes?
L, however, discovered that the plastic squirrel should not be ridden by anyone who has been through puberty. She is here warning everyone of this fact.
Then we discovered the swing-set!
She looks so adorable. I, however, may have technically been too tall for it. Just by a bit, mind.
Didn't stop me from trying it out, though.
Strangely, it was not the swing-set which was my downfall, but the last stair on a staircase later on that day. Alas, Japan is not made for people with long legs. (My co-workers delighted in teasing me about this. Ha ha, guys. Ha ha.)
We routinely go to a kaiten zushi (conveyor belt sushi) place that sits happily between Aira and Kajiki. John, very memorably, once fired Sarah's pudding. The people there are fond of us, likely because we are fond of them and also because we make ridiculous faces at the cute Asian babies who stare at us.
They took a picture with us last time. That chef usually looks much happier, promise. I don't know why they gave us the headbands, other than that they delight in being ridiculous.
That's all for now because the office internet is being quite ornery. Also because they haven't turned on the heat here yet, and I'd much rather sit with my hands in my armpits than attempt to type with them frozen into claws. You understand, I'm sure.
Let's start out small, with a trip to the alcohol section of the grocery store!
Sometimes, you crave something a little different. It may be orange wine, oatmeal stout, or... onion wine.
This is surprisingly not nausea-inducing, so I've heard.
And then we go out to the parking lot, where we get this little gem:
And then upstairs to clothes!
I don't know about you guys, but I definitely couldn't do without my marshmallow touch neck gaiter.
This is only funny if you can read Japanese, so I'll explain. They're advertising their new cheese souffle crepe, and have decided to call it a "Chiizu Suflepu." Because that sounds so delicious.
And the Christmas Tree that was up in Amu Plaza all winter long. Very tasteful, no?
And now we move on to bigger and better things... like riding on a plastic frog.
Instead of a cowboy hat, I was clutching a bag with delicious pastries. I feel like this is very much the story of my life.
L chose the more tame route of the kangaroo. She, too, had a pastry bag because we're bad influences on each other.
This is the plastic squirrel mentioned in a previous post. He looks so innocent, yes?
L, however, discovered that the plastic squirrel should not be ridden by anyone who has been through puberty. She is here warning everyone of this fact.
Then we discovered the swing-set!
She looks so adorable. I, however, may have technically been too tall for it. Just by a bit, mind.
Didn't stop me from trying it out, though.
Strangely, it was not the swing-set which was my downfall, but the last stair on a staircase later on that day. Alas, Japan is not made for people with long legs. (My co-workers delighted in teasing me about this. Ha ha, guys. Ha ha.)
We routinely go to a kaiten zushi (conveyor belt sushi) place that sits happily between Aira and Kajiki. John, very memorably, once fired Sarah's pudding. The people there are fond of us, likely because we are fond of them and also because we make ridiculous faces at the cute Asian babies who stare at us.
They took a picture with us last time. That chef usually looks much happier, promise. I don't know why they gave us the headbands, other than that they delight in being ridiculous.
That's all for now because the office internet is being quite ornery. Also because they haven't turned on the heat here yet, and I'd much rather sit with my hands in my armpits than attempt to type with them frozen into claws. You understand, I'm sure.