There was a BBQ for foreigners in Japan. The event was hosted by the something or another association which interacts with foreigners in some capacity or another. The only thing I really know is that they hold an English conversation class at the Imabari Community Center once a week.
Anyways I thought it might be a good opportunity to meet some other foreigners living in Japan and BBQs are always nice so I decided to attend. Pirate was going too so I ended up getting a ride from her. Captain Crunch said he might also go, but wasn’t sure whether or not he would have a massive hangover from the wedding he attended the day before.
Unfortunately the weather that day was pretty miserable. I also noticed that all of the foreigners in attendance were in their 30s or 40s and had a wife and kids in tow. I still felt like the odd man out 😦
Though considering half the reason I went there was for the food, it turned out OK. Captain Crunch also showed up, and having successfully evaded the marriage’s after-party, hangover free.
While I was there I also managed to meet a bunch of Pirate’s friends; including one who had a large bag of mikans (oranges) in tow. Pirate’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights when she saw them, and by the end of the BBQ she had managed to confiscate the bag and beat a hasty retreat back to her car…without me.
Pirate: I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. I thought you left with Captain Crunch.
Me: I was right by you the whole time…until you ran off with the mikans.
Pirate: I like mikans.
Me: I can tell.