Driving home from Tokyo, (my second time), I still needed assistance from back-seat or co-pilot navigators.
Going through the color coded toll booths at first was sketchy for me, as the “eazy” pass here, is like a 40 mph drive by…
mori: “ty, ty you wanna get in purple rain”
ty: “what mori?”
Mori “i said purple rain ty, you need to get in purple rain”
ty: “purple lane? not the prince movie right?”
My friend has my dream car, this fun little pickup, two seater, perfect for everything.
Shopping here still is half necessity, half entertainment.
While buying some art supplies today, I learned that black ink, is “BLACK, it’s cool”
My friend Foo made a great point, while shopping, “if you can have crab bakes in summer, and parties with desserts, why not just have crab flavored cakes?”..exactly what i was thinking….why didn’t i think of that..move over twinkies.
Once home and comfortable, I was interrupted by these guys again. I think there is a parade or festival every weekend here. These particular marchers were doing so in honor of the clean whites laundry god…
I love Japan.
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