a The Transit Lounge: November 2004

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Wednesday, November 10

Highjinx and Tomfoolery

I have been very slack in posting I know but it has been due to a number of things including moving to a new house and not yet having internet connection (Im at the media cafe now, I usually only come here to use the sunbeds!), birthday celebrations as well as a surprise visit from my sister!

Life is still set on high speed here - as usual I am running around like a headless chicken between jobs (one of which now includes dental assistant), relationships (no matter how westernised you think a Japanese person is, remember they are still Japanese at the very core!), apartments (finally in with Cliff and Troy), and catching up with friends (I really have some great friends here).

At the moment writing a piece entitled "How to Kill a Bonsai Plant in 10 Days" - yep the flower show is over and so is any inkling of some sort of a relationship with the guy (Japanese) who gave the plant to me. Slightly so sad about it. Some might say he was the inspiration behind "Instant Idiot" below.

Happy reading :-)

Instant Idiot - Just Add Alcohol

Why is it that some people can drink, and others can’t? Now let me make this question a little clearer. Why is it that some people can drink and still remain relatively sane and intact, while others turn into arrogant dickheads who leave all logic and commonsense at home?

I say this after witnessing the evolution (maybe breakdown is a better word?) of a friend from a usually intelligent, normal man to complete drunken idiot in the early hours of Sunday morning. In the space of a few short minutes he went from hero to zero, losing the respect of those still left in the bar, including me.

What made it worse though was that this friend had the nerve to say to me last night that he couldn’t remember what he did, therefore it didn’t matter – well if there is one thing I don’t tolerate, it is people using “being drunk” as an excuse for their behaviour, especially when it was me and my housemates who were on the receiving end of some of his actions, after we had invited him into our new apartment for a Sunday session last weekend! Also slightly disappointing because I liked this person, and had told him about a month ago one reason I never accepted any of his invitations to go out for a drink was because I didn’t like the person he became when he was drunk.

I know we all certainly have these “one-off” nights every now and then, we go out we get blotto, and maybe need some assistance to complete the journey home in safety. But it is amazing how much your perception can change of someone in such a short time. It was pretty sad seeing someone in this state as well as extremely embarrassing, and it was certainly exhausting trying to convince him to go home (I also dislike it when people cannot tell when it is time to get themselves home!).

Maybe I am being a little harsh, but if you can’t hold it, don’t drink it - otherwise don’t get in my way!!