30年代新しい20 (Thirty's The New Twenty)
Since it's kind of two months after the fact now, I figure it's totally OK to write about MaryAnn's 30th birthday extravaganza bonanza Costanza.
Now the original idea MaryAnn had to celebrate her big THREE OH was to gather together with friends at a Brazillian bar and/or restaurant and enjoy each other's company while getting wasted on mojitos. But this is Okinawa, man. The only Brazillians around here are the strippers at Chi-Chi's, and the only parties they're concerned with are the ones where people shove 100 yen coins into their t-backs (that's how it works, right?). Instead she managed to get in touch with the people at Cafe Mafali in Naha, and they were kind enough to arrange a specially prepared pseudo-Brazillian meal of wonderment and delight. And there was booze, glorious booze! That I didn't get to drinnk since I had to work the next day.
I know you're wondering why there'd be pinatas at a Brazillian themed party. Don't ask. Cultural sensitivity was left at the door that night.
This is the face of a Genki Gaijin Girl.
Autumn totally missed the pinata. But she did almost bludgeon a girl to death. Unfortunately girls, unlike pinatas, are not filled with (undigested) chocolates and candy.
I've always wondered if foreigners who come to Japan and throw up peace signs in every picture go back to their home countries and return to their warmongering, semi-automatic pistol totting ways.
Mitzi (Grits and Sushi) brought beans. The next day I bought more air freshener.
Many thanks to everyone for coming out, enjoying the food, gettin drunk, and beatin the hell out a pinata. Twas a fine way to celebrate MaryAnn's last b-day on Okinawa.