A byte of life from the Land of Sumos and Sushi

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Another year's Halloween has rolled around, and with it comes the annual parties. In my younger days, the thought of having to dress up for a party always put me off as such as hassel, but once you get into the swing of things it's always a good night.

Last year saw me hit the parties and clubs of Fukui in the latest pirate fashions, complete with monkey accessoiries, but this year, I was going gangster with my herion chic ghost in tow.

The night started well at a house party, but came to an abrupt end outside of a club, when both mine and Sam's stomaches decided that they had had enough alcohol for one night, and proceed to simultaneously empty themseles onto the pavement. It was then decided that it would be a great idea to make the costly 30 minute journey back to Sam's house in a taxi, rather than staying at the prearranged accomodation in Fukui city (our friendTilly's floor).

After a touch and go journey, where Sam and I sat with our heads dangling out of the windows tyring to hold back the waves of nausea we eventually made it home, only to find that we hadn't enough money to pay the fare, which lead to Sam having to take a tin opener to her sealed savings tin.

Same again next year? Ich don't think so...


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