When I get to the fountain, I`m completely surprised to see... Kenzo?! Apparently his date got delayed or something, so he decided to come out and shred. Booyah! The day started off on a good note for sure.
Sunday was nice because I got to play with more players, and there was no pressure on. I played in a few circles with QP, and it was good to see him playing so well. I saw him hit blazing butterfly to pdx torque, which was one of the best combos I saw all weekend. I also saw him hit blazing far osis for the first time. He`s working on blazing pdx torque. Real clean blazing set. Yusuke also played real well, his usual long runs of spins and ducks.
Andrew shows up a little later, and I shred a good bit with him. I think he was having an off-day and didn`t look happy with his shred, but I kept thinking: "even though today is an `off` day for him, he`s still playing better than I saw him playing at Worlds in Montreal." Sometimes I think that about myself... how even my worst sessions these days are usually better than my best sessions 2 years ago... and how even a bad session is better than being injured and not being able to play at all.
Despite his `off` day, Andrew still hit some good stuff I thought. He had one run with blurry drifter, stepping whirl, and tombstone all BSOS, with one blurry whirl in there. He also hit ripped warrior B2B and Tosh got it on film. He also started a run with rubbermanx2 which is impressive because it was with a floppy light bag, which is the opposite of what he likes. I think the highlight of the session for him may have been borrowing Tencho`s ClimaCools and using them for a bit. He had been talking all weekend about how he wanted to buy Climas, but could never find them. I don`t remember much about how I played on Sunday... I remember playing pretty relaxed. One run stuck out in my head though. I started it with triage, then had flurry using the other barrage leg, then fog, paradox torque, bed, and blurry whirl in the same run. Kenzo told me my triage may have been thin, which means there`s a very good chance it was, but still, it was a fun run.
Normally when we play on the pier, we get a mixed bag of music. Sometimes we bring our own, sometimes there are tap dancers next to us, sometimes tango people, etc. Once there was a group of 20 (I counted them) ukelele enthusiasts who played songs from the Blues Brothers... that was the best. Unfortunately for Andrew, Sunday was a bad day for music for us. We shared the pier with a group of amateur Capoeira enthusiasts, who spent an hour monotonously chanting "hey ah na na" in a hypnotic, annoying tone. None of them played the berimbau very well. Every time they completed a chant of "hey ah nah nah" I`d say to myself in a Ralph Wiggum voice: "go banana!" Still, it was aggravating. It got on Andrew`s nerves too, so we decided to go buy some water and take a quick tour of the rest of Yoyogi.
For every talentless, annoying group of people in Yoyogi, there`s normally at least 2 interesting groups of people. I really like to think that the footbaggers are one of the interesting groups (though we really can`t compete with the ukelele krew). On our way to buying drinks, Andrew and I stopped and watched one of the interesting groups: a gospel choir of 20 or so High School girls, singing in their school uniforms. I`d never seen them before, and it was pretty entertaining. The first song we heard them do was "One Fine Day." There was a lead schoolgirl singer, and the other 20 or so girls would sway in the background singing backup and the chorus. "One Fine Day" was really funny because while the chorus had good pronunciation, the lead singer kept singing "when Je-dus wa-alks!" I was like:
Yusuke passed by while we were taking in the spectacle, and joined us for a moment. Leaning near my ear, he discretely comments (in Japanese): "wow, not a single one of them is cute." By this time, I had grown comfortable making snide comments to Andrew in English, confident nobody would understand me. But for some reason, Yusuke`s observation was so on point, I responded instinctively in Japanese, in the same loud voice I`d used to make snarky (but safe) comments to Andrew: "totally, not a single one of them is!"
I got a couple dirty looks from from the choir, and then I decided it`d be best to make like Jedus, so me and Andrew slinked off.
After the session Andrew, Keita, X+Y and myself went to get dinner. We finally decided to get ramen, which worked out real well in the end. Personally I had been craving ramen for a while, but more important than that, it was Andrew`s first time eating real ramen. Like a lot of other North Americans, he had only had instant ramen, or cup ramen, which is completely different than the real deal. I ordered him the ramen with everything in it, and he really dug it, which I was stoked about. The plan was to find someplace with Japanese style desserts, but we settled on a place with parfaits cause it was raining, and Andrew treated us all to dessert. This last paragraph doesn`t seem to have much footblog relevancy... but I just thought that somewhere on the internet it was my duty to extol the savoury goodness of true ramen, and to let non-Japanese people know that they should try out the real-deal sometime, cause its not even comparable to that instant shit.
Next entry: 2 man shred with Andrew, a career-changing wrong turn down a Tokyo back alley, and... dare I say it? More cowbell.