There were a lot of fun costumes. I went as bad Japanese fashion--wearing several layers including a dress over jeans, leg warmers (which are actually incredibly comfortable), and my hair in a small ponytail right in the front of my head.
I got a ride to the party with Dan. But when I got in his car, I found that it was being driven by Santa Claus (or Father Christmas, as Dan calls him). After we picked up Nathan, who had really greasy hair and a painted on skinny beard, we stopped in a convenience store. I can't imagine what the people working there were thinking.
While it's awesome to have the opportunity to be living in Japan, it's very relaxing to occasionally hang out in a big group of foreigners. But lest you think this post will be completely free of Japanese tales, I will conclude with an 'only in Japan' tid-bit. We had a tin of Pringles. They were "Ethnic" flavor. Only in Japan can something taste like "ethnic."
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