Last night I bought tequila with the understanding that Jun and I would be drinking it while studying Japanese. Of course, as is the case with all of my plans, that was not the case. Before I could even make it home from work (actually before I could make it out of my last class) my roommate had called my phone four times and left a message wondering if I wanted to see Pirates of the Caribbean 3, because her happy ass was in line at that very moment buying tickets. I told her about my plans with Jun and then she all but cried while whining something about how I promised to go with her to the movie like 2 months ago. It was true.
So I told her to give me a second so that I could call Jun and see if he wanted to see that movie. This is when she started to piss me off. I hadn't realized that she was standing at the counter, but she chose that moment to tell me and explain to me in a really shitty way that made me want to throw some thing that she needed a yes or no...now. I don't like being forced to make spur of the moment decisions. I avoid them at all costs. So naturally I told her that she would have to wait. She was like I can't so I was like fine. Fuck it. Jun and I are not gonna see the damn movie then. She was all sad then but I didn't give a shit.
So I'm trying to wrap my shit up at work. (Yeah, that whole conversation took place in the teacher's lounge while I was trying to fill out my roll book, which I'm sure I did horribly wrong because she destroyed my concentration with her nonsense.) While finishing my shit my really cute coworker who, I can't believe is 32, decided to engage me in a long conversation about how him being bald kinda guarantees him no play from girls in Japan. I only listened because I was waiting for a massive hole to show itself in his story, because I have a theory about him. My theory is that he is incredibly gay. He has this whole Mr. Rogers/ that-white-man-with-an-Afro-who-paints-on-PBS, look you deep and lovingly in your eyes while talking to you thing going. It is easy to become flustered around him. He is so cute. He says he enjoys hearing me ramble. Only gay dudes say that to each other. But whatever. I pulled myself away from him just in time to catch my train.
While on the train my roommate called my phone 3 more times trying to ask if I had gotten in contact with Jun, cause she was still int he area and could easily go back to buy us tickets. (she was really on my nerves at that point.) I called him and he wanted to see it, so I called her back and then she is like, "I'm back at the apartment now. Can you buy them?" In my head I just screamed. Here I was wanting nothing more than to eat a crappy lunch/dinner and just unwind for a moment, but, no, that was not her plan. She wanted me to go running all around the damn world to watch a movie that I really have no desire to see. Especially if it ain't on DVD and a very cheap rent. I went the damn theater and was told by the staff that there were no seats together so for the second time that day I said FUCK IT! We are not seeing the DAMN MOVIE!
Then I went home. When I got home she was leaving, and my deep southern roots prevented me from being extremely rude, even though I was pissed, and just ignoring her as I got in the elevator. I quickly... maybe to quickly explained to her what happened and declared myself hungry and walked away. I think I fulfilled my daily nice quota with that enormous act of kindness.
Anyway later last night Jun came over and said that he had been communicating with Yousuke all day, and that he wanted to go to Outback. Naturally I resisted Outback for a good bit. Then he said he would pay and all the fight went out of me. We ate at Outback after waiting the requisite 2 hours for a table on a Saturday night. While eating Jun constantly sent messages to Yousuke, trying to organize some outing to a new and horribly unknown to me gay bar.
The messages and phone calls went on for the better part of 2 hours. Then his job started to call him. Jun job requires that he constantly be on call for little nit-picky shit all day. Everyday. I do mean everyday. This morning, Sunday, he had already received three calls by the time it was 10 am. I understand that he can't change that aspect of his job. But it seems like his job owns his soul. He can't get a full night of sleep. He can't go to a full movie. He can't take full part in anything without his damn phone ringing. It is tragic.
Last night between the message and phone calls to Yousuke and the calls from his job I spent a long time just standing around waiting for Jun to tell me what we were going to do. I hate to 1) not be informed and 2) to wait around for no obvious reason. I guess I get that from my parents. Or maybe I developed it because of them. When I was young they never liked to tell me where we were going. I hated that shit.
Anyway I spent the better part of the night being horribly aggravated by that shit. Eventually though, after an unexpected and unwanted costume change, we ended up at this little hole in the wall gay bar. The clientele were mostly young twink-ish Japanese guys. Actually the vast majority of Japanese guys are twink-ish and at the very least look far younger than they actually are.
The bar was crowded and not much to look at, butt he staff was nice and the drinks were good, and once again I wasn't paying. So now... Yousuke's boyfriend, Stuart, is an asshole. We were at the bar for no less than 6 hours. He was the only person there who spoke English on a native level, he is from Australia. jun was enjoying speaking freely with Yousuke and Yousuke's boyfriend insisted on speaking Japanese only or singing karaoke... badly. I was bored, and as time carried on frustrated. I tried to talk to everyone using my three words of Japanese. I tried talking to Stuart. I tried to break up Jun and Yousuke, but felt bad about it because they were really hitting it off. (This was their second time meeting.) So I left them alone. I was bored and getting angry. I didn't want to go to the damn bar in the first place, but Jun convinced me and although I had fun for a little while, I spent the majority of the time watching kanji fly across a screen and trying to read people's lips for something similar to an English word so that I could have a moment of understanding.
I got no relief and without realizing it I kinda pitched a fit. I was singing Fergalicious and no one was listening to me or even acknowledging that I was there. They were all involved in some Japanese bullshit and so I threw the mic down and all but screamed that I am fucking bored and that I don't know what the fuck is going on and that I want to fucking go home.
I think those were my words and, come to think of it, I did scream.
Suddenly Jun and Yousuke were trying to calm me down but I was just like fuck it lets leave. I even suggested that they stay if they were having a good time. But I was miserable. It was close to closing time anyway so 30 minutes later we left.
Jun doesn't like Yousuke's boyfriend he says he is inconsiderate. I think Jun can be sometimes too, but that is a different entry.
While waiting for the train back to my station I was approached by an African man named, Gift. Gift told me that I was not American. "You're African," he said. Then he said that he wanted to meet and thank my mother. I said, "OK." Then my train came away and I was whisked safely away from Gift and was finally able to go home. And sleep. ....kinda. When I got home Jun and I spent roughly ten minutes eating a light breakfast and telling stories of all the ways we would like to express our hate of Yousuke's boyfriend.
After the ten minutes were up we passed out.
It was good sleep if you ignore the fact that Jun is instinctively drawn to the center of the bed and that I am so docile when i'm tired or sleeping that I easily end up sleeping on an 8 inch strip while he has miles of space. I've gotten used to it though. There is so much that I can do in 8 inches now.
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