sunday and more

sunday, alex, inga and I went for a walk in yoyogi park.
on sundays crazy people, music people (different categories), dancing people (all sorts of dancing; elvis style, hiphop, britney spears style, tap dance, hackysack dance, this one looks similar to the riverdance, but it`s not), old people, young people, dogs, colorful clothing people etc. visit the park, and they hang out. approximately 50 percent play badminton, unless they are dancing or play some sort of instrument, or drinking beer. the drinking beer activity can be combined with any of the above. it was obvious that we were amateurs, we had no beers, no badminton, no colorful clothes, no instrument, no funky moves and no tarp, so we had to sit directly on the grass...embarrassing indeed.
next time, we will be well prepared.

after visiting the park, we took a walk down omontesando, towards shibuya. on the way, we saw a queue of women and girls, but the queue was leading to nothing, so basically these females were standing in line for no reason at all.
maybe it is a way to socialise. when you have no place to go, you just line up on the sidewalk, and talk for a couple of hours/minutes, before you continue to other business.

on saturday kei from work had a party at his funky, but cold concrete house in roppongi.
inga, alex, tino ( a german guy visiting a friend at sakura house) and I went. tino managed to spit a piece of banana with blueberry jam, on a japanese lady wearing a beige jacket. i can visually reexperience the scene; piece of banana coming out of mouth in slow motion, woman glance at the piece, big eyes, then impact on light fabric. appologies enter the scene, but that`s not so funny. I left the room.

in the taxi back home we laughed the entire trip, except tino. but no one remember why.

by the way, to all the girls and/or gay guys out there, searching for the most beautiful man on planet earth.
buy a ticket to tokyo, the guy has been observed in the area of shinanomachi, twice.
he`s a bicycle delivery man, but he doesn`t wear that ridicolous biking outfit.