I sometimes wonder why I do things and then end up laughing about them after.
Here are two of those things.
The place: Dinner at a sushi restaurant.
Who with: People all speaking in Chinese only.
After the dinner
A friend's conversation as she wasn't able to come to the dinner.
Her: "How did the party go?"
Me: "Well put it this way, there was so little going on in English I made friends with a 6 year old".
Her: "How did the conversation go?"
Me: "Not well, I mentioned Thomas the steam war tank numerous times, as that was what interested him".
Her: "Do you mean Thomas the steam engine?"
Me: "Whatever, that blue dude that's on tracks".
Her: "You make about as much sense as the 6 year old."
Her: "Well at least how was all you can eat sushi?"
Me: "Terrible. Tasted like it was run through a toilet".
Her: "Oh, anything beside sushi?"
Me: "Ya, they had some deep fried fish full of eggs".
Her: "How was that?"
Me: "I ate the whole plate. I utterly detested them".
Her: "Then why did you eat the whole plate?"
Me: "Cause no one else was, and the lack of conversation was killing me. I kept mumbling delicious since no one was saying anything to me".
Her: "Nice, how did that go?".
Me: "Not good, they ordered another full plate just for me".
My Japanese blog.
Also somewhat incoherent like this blog, but more weird stuff happened to me in Japan.
Take a gander at it at this link.
http://memoirsgaijin.blogspot.ca/
