I mean, you do. You absolutely and completely forget, after a while, how important it is to go and do something that you -- and maybe only you -- enjoy doing.
Tonight I went back to my first regular evening haunt and did what I loved to do in those first few weeks when I was here mostly on my own: go and talk to the bartenders, get them to teach me some Japanese, and drink a few beers over the whole experience.
Tonight I went back, and the sweetest (cutest, I might add) young guy helped me out with the difference between 僕 (boku), わたし (watashi) and おらえ (orae). Apparently, it can be huge.
The difference, I mean... (yack yack)
Anyway, after the past couple of months of intensive helping-other-people-ness, I'd nearly forgotten who I was. And the best of it was, this kid who I thought was really shy turns out to be really helpful and wanting to study for his education licence. And then he gives me a present of some sweets at the end.
These people don't get the concept of tipping still....
But it takes nights like tonight to remind me why I fell in love with these people -- they're polite, thoughtful, and so heart-tinglingly sweet. Okay, I may have had a few Suntory Malts, but I'm feeling ver warm and fuzzy and content right now. And a fit barman spoke to me for ages tonight. Leave me alone. ;o)
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