My dear band of dedicated, bleary-eyed Adventure Travellers, well, guess the fuck what?
I'm sitting in a goddamn hotel room in Osaka, drinking something called a chuu-hai (a kind of lemony beer) and REGRETTING THAT I JUST DIDN'T STAY HOME.
But you know me for my powers of exaggeration! (They will TRANSFIX YOU!)
It wasn't so bad. Almost nothing that I "foresaw" came to pass. Par for the course.
Montreal: mayhem. Detroit: extremely fine, considering it was the hub of terrorist action just a few days before. Tokyo: BORING as usual. Sterile airport, nothing to do. Osaka/Kansai just a relief to be here.
I was telling Tai-chan every step of the way, actually was telling MYSELF "We're here. We're getting there. Just do THAT and maybe do This. Okay, almost to the gate. Just one more step . . ." the whole way. That got me through it.
He's trashed, but I can't afford to be. I have to do it all again tomorrow in reverse, ALONE.
What
a
fucking
nightmare
that's going to be. At least with Tai-chan everything was fun, every other thing was a game, everything was a pleasure. Now it's just going to be a chore.
Oh well. I'm trashed. But let me tell you, my darling group of sociopathic ingrates (there MUST be a Wikipedia entry for that), I'm going to get MORE TRASHED today.
Joy to the World and Hallelujah to you all.
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