"Dude, where's Sexual Harassment Panda?"

This was one of the funnest weekends I've had in a long time. I am actually funned out, but in a totally good way. I think what may have made it so excellent was that I hardly thought about the weekend at all, really, until it was time to leave for Obihiro... I was a bit preoccupied with the last day of school, and thinking about money, and posting my parcel. The ride to the station on my Bicycle was quite a lot of fun actually... the parcel was way too big for the basket, and was basically just balancing with one corner inside it. It took all my mad mamachari skillz to keep it from bouncing out onto the street. And I totally managed it! Sweet.

Well, off to Obihiro I trained, and met Erin at the station, we headed over to Sara's place. Bret's in Cambodia right now, doing volunteer work for a school or something, so we had her all to ourselves. And that's when she introduced us to "trapped in the closet"(R. Kelly's hip-hopera, and a work of staggeringly genius awfulness). We decided that this would make an awesome drinking game, the rules being:

Drink whenever he says closet
Drink whenever he rhymes a word with itself
Drink whenever he threatens anyone with his Beretta
Drink whenever there's a "cliffhanga"

Stephen finally arrived from Taiki-cho, and then Dan came over too, so we all went to the Brazilian place to have some din-dins. unfortunately it was full, so we went to Heiwaen for some Yakiniku (gettin kinda tired of strips of meat by now, would really like a thick steak, preferably one I don't have to cook myself...).It seems we are no unable, as a group, to get through a meal without sillybuggers: there was much playing of the moustache game (don't ask) and demonstrating the full body zombie shrug, which got us some attention from the next table, for a change. Steven told Dan to tell the waitress that she looked foxy in her (vaguely Swiss/ Austrian) plaid uniform, and he surprised us by actually doing it...of course, with dinner done, we walked to Mos burger (being sure to dance an Irish Jig when we went past Galway's, of course), and got some dessert, well actually some people just got OniPote sets.

We decided that it was time to attempt the drinking game, so (it being almost midnight) it was time to invade the local 24-hour supermarket. I feel a little sorry for the security guard. As with most guards here, he was a retired salaryman-type who looked to be in his early seventies at least. His uniform was neatly pressed and he had his cap but he was NOT prepared for an influx of giggly Foreigners making fun of the whisky (Black Nikka? Hi? 　 How could we not)

The drinking game went well... a little too well, in fact, since the abovementioned rules meant that we each drank three beers in less than 20 minutes. We all felt extremely sober after that, so sober, in fact, that Erin decided that now would be a good time to investigate the trapdoor in her Genkan. It was, as expected, dark and cobwebby, but what freaked her out were the two individual children's shoes rotting in a corner. After that, Stephen refused to go to the toilet, insisting that he would pee in the sink, but we told him to stop being a chicken, and shoved him out into the Genkan of doom.

The next morning at 6am there was an earthquake. After that there was a little dialogue:
"Did anybody feel that earthquake?
"I felt something"
"I feel really cold"
"I feel legacy"

Thankfully it subsided and everybody went back to sleep before I had to bust some heads.

The next morning Stephen left at around 10 do do snow things and we girlses headed out to Rokatei, because I had a craving for Gorgonzola pizza and cake. The best part was, of course, cutting them with the scissors. It was such a beautiful spring day (10˚ c!!!)And there appeared to be some sort of festival going on outside Fujimaru, so we sorted out our point cards and took a stroll over there, to work up an appetite for our cakes. Turned out working up an appetite meant being handed free stuff, including rice snacks and sticky mochi. There was a lottery and I won a box of gigantic potatoes, that later turned out to be Chinese yams that I seem to be allergic to (zannen!)

Flushed with the thrill of having won produce, we strutted back into Rokatei, ordered cakes, got our free coffees and sat down to nosh. thereuopon it was decided that the rest of the day should be spent in a badass fashion. practising our badass poses and taking a few photographs for practise, the three of us got in the car and badassed our way over to posful.

to Clair's, where we became a little sidetracked by their "10 accessories for \500"sale. It took a while but we finally picked those shelves clean of the last few decent itty bittses, which was pretty darn exhausting. Dan called while we were paying, and we met him downstairs in the food court. Either Erin or Sara decided that there should be an accessories race, and whoever got all of theirs on the fastest would win ( Erin did). Naturally, we needed to photodocument the occasion. We rounded off the day by doing an hour's worth of Pirikura (not to mention scaring some of my Ikeda students, who saw us and ran away), and then meeting up with Steven and then Jonah for some Misdo Action.

We said goodbye to Dan, then drove back to Erin's, where we finished the evening off with another great dumbass movie, and another "trapped in the closet" drinking game (although with slightly refined rules). On Sunday, we slept late (except Stephen; yeah more snow thingy), then headed to McDonald's and Toys 'R' Us in our Most badass makeup.

all in all, a good, if tiring, weekend..