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Monday, July 21, 2008

Vitamin collegen
Originally uploaded by Tavie
We just got back from a extended, leisurely lunch at a family restaurant called "Gusto". Think Friendly's East - very strange Japanese menu, very kid-friendly, full of families with young children. We were there so I could meet Kirsten's favorite student and his mother, one Ichiro, an incredibly well-spoken and polite young man who speaks perfect English. We sat and talked for hours, he and his charming mom practicing their English, Kirsten and I blithering on and on about New York and Japan - mostly food.

But let's back up. I had originally packed a tank top, but wanting to keep my luggage light, I tossed it aside at the last moment. Stupid; most of the shirts that I did end up taking are extremely low-cut. (What can I say? The girls like to breathe.) So low-cut are my comfy shirts that they would be inappropriate for me to wear when meeting a student; thus, K and I spent most of the morning scouring Japanese clothing stores in search of something that would fit a fat, proud young American*.

I dunno where big people get their clothes in this country; but seeing as I haven't come across any yet, I'm guessing that they hide their big people in caves or under large tree roots or somesuch.

Anyhow, we finally found something that I could stretch over my bulbous frame, something to hide the cleavage, so I was decent to meet the kiddo.

The picture, by the way, is of a vitamin drink. Kirsten doesn't find it at all strange that there's a drink called "Collagen". She has clearly been here too long.


More pictures here.

*I'm quoting McKinney; I am in no way proud.