For lunch today, I had a hamburger patty with rice and a fried potato thing. Cheap and delicious!

I don't know why I took a picture of Japanese graffiti. I guess I thought it would be interesting, but in retrospect, it's not. And I don't know what any of it says.

MMM, pre-packaged something-gross-from-the-ocean! Who wants me to bring them back some? Well, I'm not going to, so don't ask.

For dinner Brent cooked yakisoba for us. It was very tasty. And it is adorable that he has two forks and two bowls for us to eat with. This was the best yakisoba I've ever eaten on the floor:

After dinner, we tried Brent's favorite little bar again. It was open this time! And when I say little, I mean there is a bar and seven tightly packed bar stools and that's it. The name of the place is 'Lowrider Mama'. I don't know what that means, but it sounds pretty kinky.

The company made the evening very enjoyable. There was Yumi the bartendar, sleeping salad-hat girl, and a few others:

Yumi likes to learn new drinks, so we opted for flaming Dr. Peppers. She didn't have 151, so she called her friend at a nearby bar and ran over and picked it up. I forgot to ask before she left if she had Amaretto, which she didn't, so this time Brent and I made the trip to the other bar. We stayed to have a few drinks with the locals and play with their really difficult rubix cube. So you may be wondering, what do young Japanese business men do when they drink too much? Well, they strip each other of course:

And they don't stop until the job's done:

I wish I could say that was the first time I'd put dollar bills in a guy's underwear.