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drcuriosityTonight was a night of food, combat, eyeballs, cake-questing and religious icons.
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st_innocent and I went into the central city to catch up before she heads away to Australia for a while. We progressed to the Asian food court off High Street, and spent far too long being indecisive about what to eat - eventually settled on Thai food with Indian bread, misoshiru and bubble tea - henceforth to be known as eyeball tea. The "bubbles" in question are little balls of tapioca, drunk through a straw the size of pea-shooter. She threatened to make me snarf tapioca out my nose, but then couldn't think of anything funny to say while I was drinking.
We then proceeded to the local arcade, where I settled my over-filled stomach over a few rounds of Tekken 4 - a fighting game which I knew very little about, but still managed to hold my own with, somehow. I lost most of the games we played, but made her work for most of them, at least. We also tried that odd Dance Dance Convolution thing (well, that's the appropriate name for the way I played it, anyway) - if I were to play it more, I'd need to get out of the habit of tapping the foot pads as if they were arrow keys on a keyboard and probably work out my fast-twitch muscle fibre; I've been cycling for far too long, which requires more raw strength than reaction time. Of course, new eyes and the ability to track fast-moving scrolling objects on a screen would probably help, too.
After the gaming came the Quest for Cake. Traipsing around the central city we found a few places that were open, but it took us quite a lot of walking (and a side-trip through an adult store, just because it was there) to track down a Place of Good Cake. In the end there was Tiramisu of Considerably Tastiness (+9) to be found across the road from the Dux, and we left the staff there with a sculpture made of glasses, sugar sachets, straws and the this-is-your-table-number stand. Various other patrons were alternately amused and disconcerted by thest_innocent's plans of taking over the world starting on Sundays in Harajuku Park, gathering J-Rock minions unto herself. And Jesus with a cow on his head. And a spinning top making patterns in the sprinkling of spilt cocoa. And the aforementioned sculpture.
Then we traipsed (again!) over to the Bus Exchange for amateur ethnography of the inner-city teenage tribes, and waiting for buses. It turned out in the end that I'd just missed my last bus, so I headed home via the Colombo Walk. Now, the boy racers of this city are probably more familiar with the Colombo Run - that is, heading up and down the main street of the city with a car full of other teenagers. All night. With occasional stops to talk to people who need to pull their trousers up, and drink. This is what passes for entertainment for far too many people in their mid to late teens, and I still don't entirely get it.
However, the most amusing thing for me about the Colombo Walk is half-catcalls. These young drunk gentlemen in cars seem to like yelling out the window to cute girls and the like that they see as they're driving past. Now, I'm not particularly femininely built, but I have long hair down to the middle of my back and for some young drunkards, that's good enough. So I often heard the start of a catcall, which then tapers off very abruptly when they see me in profile and notice that I'm of the facial-haired, breastless persuasion. If I catch up to them at a traffic light, they remain very quiet and stare forward fixedly, not meeting my gaze. I admit, I am easily amused :-)
My feet are sore, but my stomach makes happy burbling noises. I blame the eyeballs.
The enigmatic
st_innocent and I went into the central city to catch up before she heads away to Australia for a while. We progressed to the Asian food court off High Street, and spent far too long being indecisive about what to eat - eventually settled on Thai food with Indian bread, misoshiru and bubble tea - henceforth to be known as eyeball tea. The "bubbles" in question are little balls of tapioca, drunk through a straw the size of pea-shooter. She threatened to make me snarf tapioca out my nose, but then couldn't think of anything funny to say while I was drinking.We then proceeded to the local arcade, where I settled my over-filled stomach over a few rounds of Tekken 4 - a fighting game which I knew very little about, but still managed to hold my own with, somehow. I lost most of the games we played, but made her work for most of them, at least. We also tried that odd Dance Dance Convolution thing (well, that's the appropriate name for the way I played it, anyway) - if I were to play it more, I'd need to get out of the habit of tapping the foot pads as if they were arrow keys on a keyboard and probably work out my fast-twitch muscle fibre; I've been cycling for far too long, which requires more raw strength than reaction time. Of course, new eyes and the ability to track fast-moving scrolling objects on a screen would probably help, too.
After the gaming came the Quest for Cake. Traipsing around the central city we found a few places that were open, but it took us quite a lot of walking (and a side-trip through an adult store, just because it was there) to track down a Place of Good Cake. In the end there was Tiramisu of Considerably Tastiness (+9) to be found across the road from the Dux, and we left the staff there with a sculpture made of glasses, sugar sachets, straws and the this-is-your-table-number stand. Various other patrons were alternately amused and disconcerted by the
st_innocent's plans of taking over the world starting on Sundays in Harajuku Park, gathering J-Rock minions unto herself. And Jesus with a cow on his head. And a spinning top making patterns in the sprinkling of spilt cocoa. And the aforementioned sculpture.Then we traipsed (again!) over to the Bus Exchange for amateur ethnography of the inner-city teenage tribes, and waiting for buses. It turned out in the end that I'd just missed my last bus, so I headed home via the Colombo Walk. Now, the boy racers of this city are probably more familiar with the Colombo Run - that is, heading up and down the main street of the city with a car full of other teenagers. All night. With occasional stops to talk to people who need to pull their trousers up, and drink. This is what passes for entertainment for far too many people in their mid to late teens, and I still don't entirely get it.
However, the most amusing thing for me about the Colombo Walk is half-catcalls. These young drunk gentlemen in cars seem to like yelling out the window to cute girls and the like that they see as they're driving past. Now, I'm not particularly femininely built, but I have long hair down to the middle of my back and for some young drunkards, that's good enough. So I often heard the start of a catcall, which then tapers off very abruptly when they see me in profile and notice that I'm of the facial-haired, breastless persuasion. If I catch up to them at a traffic light, they remain very quiet and stare forward fixedly, not meeting my gaze. I admit, I am easily amused :-)
My feet are sore, but my stomach makes happy burbling noises. I blame the eyeballs.
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Date: 2003-04-12 01:35 pm (UTC)I thought I was the only one that did this. It's fun to observe the territory-marking behaviour and mating rituals, huh. (After all, that's what the Colombo Run is -- a mating ritual.)
Sounds like you had a good night. Yay.
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Date: 2003-04-12 02:04 pm (UTC)Heh, nevermind me, I'm just a little egotistical when it comesto that game.
GLad you enjoyed yourself ^_^
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Date: 2003-04-12 03:20 pm (UTC)Hah. That would of been the best. Rock! *hug* And yes, I finally did get to sleep. Although I had a rather amusing dream with pinball machines in it.
(By the way, st_innocent sounds a bit like me. *giggle* Sounds like you had a fun time ;) )
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Date: 2003-04-12 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-12 04:49 pm (UTC)*grin*
*HUGS*
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Date: 2003-04-14 03:44 am (UTC)(hear me roar).
I was disappointed when I found out they was tapioca.
Date: 2003-04-14 04:14 am (UTC)I'll bring you something crap.
Re: I was disappointed when I found out they was tapioca.
Date: 2003-04-14 10:11 am (UTC)It was the first time I had bought actual bubble tea and not a milkshake at the place.. I figured what the hell.
*thinks*"Hey... these things are jelly!... weird... and not fully hydrated either!"
I like biting into the middle where it's all sticky and dry.
When I got my Bubble Tea the guy looked at me all confused as if to say (as a friend of mine so accurately commented when I told him about it later) "you do realise you're white don't you?" and looked even more confounded when I handed him my concession card and he realised that I was a frequent customer and I had just collected enough purchases for a freebee next time.
If you think that Morbid was funny playing DDR.. you should have seen the reinactment of the same in my lounge later *giggle*
It makes a certain amount of sense with the pads, but crazy people (myself included) seem to think it's appropriate to demonstrate their "moves" in my lounge...
SelsFox, don't try and look innocent, it's not going to fool ANY ONE.