Drunken Antics

Awright, since I'm apparently completely incapable of getting current information posted, lemme offer you a little glimpse of my surroundings from before I came to Fukui.

A long, long time ago I used to live in Santa Monica, California. I tended to frequent bars that were comfortable, dimly lit, and cool only in that they were cheap and not stylish enough to be popular. One of the best was The Speakeasy. A tiny bar with no (count them, no beers on tap) and weekly karaoke nights. If you ever wanted to hear which local rummys could carry a tune, this was the place to go.

And it was a place I went to in November, 2001. Me and a group of my jackass friends went.

(Obligatory drunken photos)

This is what alcohol can do to you. Kids, don't drink until your ID says you're 21.

Maybe next time I'll actually be able to write about something that happened in the last eight months. Don't hold your breath though.

Actually, hold your breath if you want. If you pass out and hit your head on the coffee table, it's your own fault.