Soooooo... looks like starting tomorrow I don't have work till the 15th of next month. Funny how I wasn't really aware of this 'spring break' I've got, considering how substantial it is - I knew there was some little break thing coming up, but especially considering my company tends to send me elsewhere on work days, I wasn't really expecting to receive much of a break. Well, I was wrong, cause it looks like I'm about to embark on approximately 1 month of break time.
I think I'll be going to Korea for a bit.
Why, I mean, outside of 'Christ, I live in fucking Asia - I'm surrounded by foreign countries'? A good friend of mine lives near Busan, and he informs me that up until this point his experience there has been cheap, enormously entertaining, and largely carefree. Plus, I'm assuming he'll put me up, so that takes care of (not) paying for a hotel. Granted, I've got my after-school English teaching class every Monday, so I can probably, at most, stay 7 or 8 days (though that's unlikely, for not only am I not that rich, but I'd also rather not mess with the schedule we've established), but presumably that's more than enough time to visit a lot of cool shit in a country so small, all despite the fact that I know very little about it.
In other news, I was walking home last night and ended up... I hesitate to say rescue... assisting the most pathetically dead-drunk person I've seen in a while. This chick was so blasted she was asleep in the fucking street. That's no lie - cars were going around her... it was dangerous to say the least. Given how she and her friend were dressed, I'm assuming they are employed at one of the many local hostess bars. This is a distinctly Japanese phenomenon where men pay to talk to, and buy drinks for, women dressed for a club. Make no mistake, this is not a sex industry (so far as I'm aware, anyway - I've never been because, more than anything, I'm not cripplingly shy around women), but it does highlight the fact that enough dudes lead such dreadfully, painfully lonely lives such that necessitates this kind of establishment. Or maybe I just don't get it. Anyway, regardless of the culture surrounding Hostess Clubs (which, by the way, tend to be called 'Snack's or 'Pub's, so be careful), I figure they had a pretty god damn good night of customers to be that loaded...
Entertain me for a second - seriously, what upstanding gentleman buys a lady so many drinks that she's sleeping in the fucking street and doesn't have the courtesy to call a cab or walk her home/get someone to walk her home (This is rural Japan and people watch. Even if you have the most pure of intentions, there will be those that see and assume the worst, and report that to others)? Moreover, what company, especially one which makes its money specifically off of women getting men to buy them and to drink themselves absurdly marked up booze, doesn't call a cab for an employee that presumably just earned the company some pretty hefty profits who is so totally fucked up?
The more I write about this, the more I question whether or not they were Hostess Club employees and not just 2 chicks who had entirely too much 'fun' on a tuesday night...
Anyways, her friend was hanging about, but couldn't really do much in her not-as-intoxicated state with her friend's dead weight, so I helped carry this girl over to a corner and insisted her friend call a cab, only leaving when she had the phone to her ear. In retrospect, I probably should've waited for the cab to come, but considering how small Miyako is, and where the cab dispatch is located in relationship to where this event occured, I feel pretty safe in saying they got home alright.
Anyways, at least she wasn't sleeping in the street anymore.
P.S. - I have decided to build a fort this summer. In the woods, near the ocean. Ala the Zappler fort, but infinitely more awesome. I hope I can find a generator, becuase then I can bring an amp up there and jam to the ocean in the middle of wilderness isolation. Dream big or go home, I say.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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