Kuniko came in late last night, with stories of the wedding and lots of pictures. I had tasked her with doing some research for our wedding, and she did a great job. A regular Valerie Plame.
On her way back she bumped into a large group of foreigners in Halloween costumes. She said they were acting out – screaming, yelling, running around, jumping the ticket gates and ignoring the law. I caught myself saying, “foreigners, yikes” out loud. I guess I mean foreigners other than me and my friends.
Maybe I’m just getting old, but there is a large contigent of foreigners here who come to party, sleep with as many people as they can, and ignore what people might think of them. They often are fresh out of college, and see this as a good opportunity to continue the party. Unfortunately, a lot of these folks are on the JET program.
Sunday Kuniko was back out the door, and I enjoyed a day studying at home. I did a lot of laundry, and had a chance to read for pleasure in the sunlight falling on the black leather couch.
If you look at the pile of garbage that we’ve accumulated between the last garbage day (Thursday) and tomorrow, it’s huge. Tonight after eating a delicious nabe dinner that Kuniko prepared, I had a stomachache, and I think I know why. All that garbage had to come from somewhere. Kuniko seems to think that we’ve not been overeating, but my stomach is telling me a different story. I’m going to eat less tomorrow and see how that goes.
