A good reason

Saturday was Abel and Dave’s birthday at Becak and a whole pile of people went along for the fun. The last all-you-can-drink event I went to was a while back now and I’d forgotten just how slaughtered people get at them. This time, I think a lot of the blame can be place on the extremely light-weight dinner we had at the most expensive Indian restaurant in the known universe, but people did seem to get twatted in record time.

The British contigent were particularly well represented in terms of drunken antics, with Jamie being sold the idea of peeing off a fourth floor balcony directly infront of a large glass window, in a conversation I can only imagine went something like:

BG:* “mate, there’s at least three people in line, why don’t you pee off the balcony?
J:** what a smashingly brilliant suggestion, where’s the door, tally-ho.

*This may or may not have been the same guy who staggered into “our” drinking room, pointed at Jamie’s drink and slurringly observed “THAT’S BLUE!” then demanded a taste, after which he announced with some relish, “IT TASTES OF BLUE!”

**He might also have appended, “what what” and possibly gone for tea somewhere along the way. I can’t quite recall.

Then there was the Aussie guy who staggered out onto the balcony, mentioned that he was from east vic-park, had to work from 10am the following day and then proceed to pass out in a pool of his own vomit. I hope his sick-day phone manner in Japanese is both robust and versatile.

All in all it was still a great night and I managed to grab a couple of amusing photos along the way.

Posted in Japan on Monday November 21, 2005.