Hibernation termination.

I somehow managed to turn the biggest night of the year into a dud. The three nights leading up to it were of epic proportions though. Clubbing, check, karaoke, check, drunken nakedness, check. But last night Long Island Iced Tea prevented me from ushering in the new year in a proper manner. According to the eyewitness reports of my friends, I came down the stairs at one point of the club we were roasting it at, made the universal gesture used in broadcasting that means "kill the signal", sat down and then the lights went out. This was reportedly at 1am. Previously I had been delighted by the anticipation of dancing with my friends till the early light of dawn. Nada. Maybe sticking to just beer might be the answer. I woke up this morning with no recollection of how I got home or anything. Luckily Kendall put me in a taxi home at 2pm. What are friends for.

For the moment my friend Kendall has three people visiting. James from England, his Scottish friend Michael and Andrew from the states, one of the most eccentric but coolest people I've met. Ever. Tomorrow the five of us we'll be going to Tokyo to roast it over there. It will be only the third time I will be visiting this wonderful metropolis so I am pretty excited, since my lasts two post lauded this curiosum of a city. This will put the study I need to do in jeopardy, but Andrew is very persuasive. Or should I say that I am easily influenced? But like Kendall has a tendency of saying "It will all work out in the end." Moreover, my recent "getting tired of Japan"-phase necessitates a change of routine. Some irresponsible behaviour with these guys in Tokyo might prove to be the cure. My study-zeal will hopefully reach new heights after returning to the acient capital of Japan.

I will expand on this "fatigue of Japan"-syndrome in subsequent posts. Right now I have to go to dreamland.

Sweet dreams everybody.

P.S. Happy New Year.