Wednesday evening, my friends Meera and Ross rescued me from what otherwise would have been another steamy night with a series of graphs, flowcharts and charts explaining How the Internet Works. Thank you, Meera and Ross. Thank you from the depths of my soul.
As part of her yearly quest home to Singapore, Meera was able to convince her family of a side trip to Tokyo. Little did we know at the time that I would already be here to greet her.
We were all exhausted — they from non-stop-family, me from non-stop-powerpoint — but we managed to gather the strength to find beer and drink it. Much to our delight, we were presented with tiny hot dogs cut into the shape of octopus. This was the necessary fuel we needed to carry on.
We didn’t have a lot of time, but we had enough time. Enough to wander quiet side streets with cameras. Enough for Ross to convince Meera that Tokyo might be a foreseeable future residential option. [I could be projecting here] Enough to have conveyor-belt-sushi and enough to realize that living in Seoul with easy access to conveyor-belt-sushi has tarnished the sparkling novelty of conveyor-belt-sushi, as it is always merely so-so and I always want to order off the menu anyway, just like a regular, non-conveyor-belt-sushi restaurant. Enough time to realize that the real appeal of conveyor-belt-sushi may simply be that it eliminates the need to order food in a language you cannot speak. Enough time for Ross to eat sashimi that looked like Dr. Zoidberg from Futurama. And enough time to get the best hug possible, from one of the best people I know.