Last night I broke one of my cardinal rules again – I went drinking with Melanie. My rule is not specific about Melanie, actually, more about Englishwomen in general. I had a short day at school, and I came home to do chores and study. Around six o’clock Melanie dropped by and said “Do you fancy a beer?”. I can’t think of any other way to answer that question.
We walked over to the yakitori where the master was working alone. The master was fighting a cold – he said that he picked it up overnight but he’s doing OK. He sounded terrible though. Melanie and I looked at her pictures from Sapporo and Nagano. She made a trip to see the snow monkeys that bathe in the hot springs, and the pictures turned out great. The monkeys had kind of a “I’ve seen it all” look on their faces as they soaked in the hot water surrounded by snow and tourists.
We were ordering beers – I had one before I left for the yakitori, and Melanie and I were matching each other drink for drink. We ended up pretty drunk. At about eight o’clock we called it quits and staggered home. Melanie went up to watch some DVDs she had rented, and I went inside to drink lots of water, take some aspirin and hit the hay.
At about three in the morning I woke up with a completely congested head. My nose was stuffed up, my ears were plugged – I was a mess. I finally went back to sleep after some Vitamin C and more aspirin, but when I got up in the morning I was still all stuffed up. I’m sure I didn’t catch it from the master – it was way to fast for that to happen. Bummer!
