My Feet hurt like a sumbatch

Tsuji desu

I wore these kicks, with memory gel insoles
being on your feet all day & walking in the fly bapes
hurt like a bitch

Bay Area icon the Golden Gate Bridge

Cabral & Mie San

Mie San's first visit to San Francisco

So being broke as hell I had no plans for the weekend. I was gonna hole up in the honeycomb hideout, play some video games & watch some Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon.
Friday night a get home & get a call from Cabral almost in a panic.

Yo Tsuji, what are you doing tomorrow?
Nothing man I'm broke.
Yo you gotta come out tomorrow, Mai Chan called me up (from Japan) & her friend from Nagano is in town for a week, she asked that we entertain her & show her around.
Can't do it man, sorry.
Yo I need you to come out man.
Why? this is like a great opportunity for you. You'll be alone with this chick for the whole day.
Zip up your manskin & handle that bro.
Look, I need you there man this girl hardly speaks any English & I'm afraid I'll run out of things to talk about. Oh yeah & you need to drive.
I fucking knew it man, the truth comes out man. Just come & pick up my ride.
Who told you to fucking buy that little ass Honda CRX anyways?
Look just come out I'll float you the cash just get me back on payday.
Ah man
C'mon man please.
Alright man.

So I met up with Cabral at Rolo's crib. Then we headed off to the station to pick up Mie San.
Mie San spoke very limited English & it was really difficult trying to keep the conversation lively in our limited Nihongo. We asked her where she wanted to go & she said Fisherman's Wharf & Golden Gate Bridge. I could tell that Mie San could not undertsand Cabral & I maybe 75% of the time. It was hard!!!! My friends in Japan are all bi-lingual, Mie did say that she could understand bits & pieces of our English & she referred to a little electronic English to Japanese dictionary translator thingy alot.

Fuck my feet hurt, but I couldn't remember the last time I had been to Fisherman's Wharf or walked across the Golden Gate Bridge. It was cool, & Mie San said she enjoyed it alot.
Cabral made a reservation for us over at the ACME Chophouse next to AT&T park.
We picked up Rolo & he brought along a bottle of some 2000 french wine whatever. Whatever it was it got me good & drunk. Before dinner we ordered cocktails but Mie San couldn't understand the menu so the waiter asked her do you like sour or sweet? "Sweet"
Do you like lemon? "Yes"
The waiter brings poor little 85 pound Mie San a lemon drop. She took 2 sips & had a look of fear on her face. After killing that & her glass of wine she turned bright red. & excused herself to go to the ladies room.

"Nice going asshole" I blurted at Cabral. While Rolo & I poured ourselves another glass of the hootie tootie French wine. "We're going to send her back to her host family drunk."

Mie San came back & after finishing dinner we did the drunk walk down to the Cal Train station to see off Mie San. We stayed on the platform & made sure she got on the correct train then we hopped in my ride & dropped off Rolo because he wanted to go home.

Cabral & I headed back out to J Town & killed a couple bottles of Kirin at the Izakaya lounge at the Hotel kabuki. It was dead out there in J Town last night & instead of going down for more drinks at Dimples Lounge the scene of a double murder last year we decided to go for a fat slice of combo pizza.

The end.