f l y j i n

Part the First: Getting to Japan

I'm finally here. No matter how many times I tell myself, Its still hard to believe that I'm actually in the Land of the Rising Fun. But this post is actually about the trials and tribulations that faced me on the way here. Yes, like Jason and the Argonauts before me, this journey was rife with suspense, danger, and of course, diarreah (sp).
My original flight plan was to happily skip from Dulles, to chicago, to Osaka. No muss, no fuss. Unfortunatley, like all adventures, this did not go as planned. Due to communist weather-machine plotting, the plane from Dulles was about an hour late leaving, and so of course I missed my connecting flight from chicago (airport pictured above, overexposed). I did, however, get a chance to stand in a long ass line, and pay for a hotel room. So that was fun. Anyway, the next day I was scheduled to fly out on the same flight. Unfortunately, I made the HUGE mistake of asking the lady to not give me a window seat. Note to self: just take whatever fucking seat they give you. Because this freakin' lady gave me THE MIDDLE SEAT. For those of you that are blissfully unaware, the people in the middle seats on boeing 777's are basically the bitches of the plane. You have to bother 2 people to go take a shit, and they are always going to be asleep just when your stomanch starts bubbling. So for these 14 hours or howver long the flight was, my goal was to basically not shit in my pants (I'm pretty sure that they won't let you into japan if you smell like shit). Everytime I wanted to go to the bathroom, all four people on the sides of me would go to sleep. The one time I did get to go, the sons of a bitches wouldn't even get up. They just sit there and look at me, like they expect me to just double flip over their legs or some shit. Really, in retrospect, I should have farted while I was climbing over their legs, that would have been the proper thing to do. Anyway, when I finally got to Osaka, I got to meet my fellow kansai gaidai-ns, including weird girl, and girl that won't stop talking (no, I'm not talking about you, or you). Once I got to the seminar house I met a suitemate, Juan, and the basically crashed out on my futon (pictured at right).
Peace!

posted by レモン・チューハイ @ 7:10 PM