Wednesday was Tennis Day with Ryan. I haven't played tennis in a long time, but luckily I'm awesome at everything so I was still really good. Here is one of my many unstoppable serves:

Brent may not be able to return my serves, but at least he can keep his eye on the ball pretty well as it goes flying by:

For lunch, well dinner (actually I guess it was our only meal of the day), tennis players deserve nothing less than the triple burger:

And what better way to wash down a triple burger than watermelon kit kats?

After dinner, we headed back to Ryan's apartment to have a few drinks, but he couldn't find his keys. So we walked back to the restaurant and the liquor store and went up and down the streets for hours. We got a lot of exercise, but were still very annoyed:

In the end, Ryan's landlord let him in to his apartment and after a drink or two, we headed back to Hatagaya (where Brent lives) and spent a few hours at the little bar drinking peach shochu and listening to the Rolling Stones.