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Friday, September 16, 2005

What's up

It's been a long time since I blogged about my day.
Today I went with Yosh to go witnessing in Shizuoka. We met JR and Aika, who I haven't seen in a couple months, hooray. They came down from Hamamatsu to witness with us.
We had lunch together. I tried to be modest and turn down JR's offers to buy me lunch, but try as I might, I realized my modest attempt was soon becoming a heated "I SAID NO!" so I succumbed to the well-known "if you insist" and allowed him to select a Subway sandwich for me. I'd never been there, and my libra eyes taking one look at the menu implored him to order for me...so he did. Aika's there like "NO WAY! THAT'S GROSS!" and JR finally got her to shut up. For some reason I had a feeling my taste was more along the lines of JR than Aika. I was right. Aika orders for Yosh, we swap bites and Yosh's was rather disgusto. Mine was delicious.
So that was my first Subway experience.
We talked and talked, realized the time and felt guilty, then we split up and decided to hit our respective spots. We only witnessed for about 45 minutes all together--it's alright cause it was a weekday anyway. They had been witnessing for several hours before we even showed up.
But all in all it was fun. Yosh and I don't usually witness on weekdays, so it was new and interesting. There were no young people there, only a few old folks, but it was awesome cause they all helped with big donations, and were super sweet. Oh TTL.
And then we meet up again and take the long walk back to the train station, and decide to take purikuras. The one place we went to said boys were not allowed (huh?) and so JR pretended to be offended, and we went into the other place where JR used his traumatizing experience to glean compassion from the older woman standing behind the counter. For no reason...I don't know, I guess he just wanted a shoulder to cry on.
Anyway, we take these retarded puris, and Yosh and Aika are putting all the crap on them while me and JR are sitting off to the side discussing stuff. I felt like two husbands discussing sports while their wives are shopping together. Weird.
So yeah, I had a great time. Yosh bought me an icecream on the way home. I don't know why, it's dangerous to offer to buy me stuff.
Yeah, then we get home and stuff. I was playing the guitar for the past hour or so until the phone rang with Aika and JR wanting to...I don't know...jabber on about nothing. And then I gravitated to this holy place.
But now I'm done.

3 comments:

Anonymous nina said...

Glad u finally got to eat at Subway! :D

9/18/2005 9:44 PM  
Blogger Das None said...

The subway experiance the way to go. Miss reading you highly expressive and comical blog. Hardly am on these days but I'll catch up some time. Miss talken to yeah.

9/19/2005 12:23 PM  
Anonymous Ryan said...

i miss going out with you Flo. i remember witnessing and going to starbucks when we were done. you never did down gumsyrups with me did you?

9/20/2005 3:19 PM  

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