Landed in Tokyo Tuesday.

Back to routine liver destruction. Now using sake and 北海道の葉っぱ instead of Spanish Absinthe and Belgian Beer.

Summer is here. Considering setting up my office under the shower and leave only at nights, as it is by far the least humid place in the house during the day. But Tokyo Summer also means that nights are warm and enjoyable, which greatly makes up for any swelteringly hot days.

Other than that, it’s been slow news week, if you exclude the fact that everybody’s leaving me alone for the month, right the second I’m coming back: Miss Kate left wednesday to go spend a month with friends, family and caribous. Justine’s taken off this morning for two weeks in Koh Samui, to follow a group session of “meditation, fasting and colonic cleansing” (if she sees that, she’ll probably kill me). Her departure was however preceded by a night of excessive drinking and debauchery as usual.

Cafe Amanis‘ opening party in Roppongi meant way too many [free] glasses of Moet, which in turn meant missing the last train and reluctantly resigning myself to spend the whole night.
Granted: I did not have to spend it getting shitfaced to the point of finally making it home somewhere past 11 in the morning while Justine somehow managed to miraculously make it in time for her plane. But it was all in good fun, and I can hardly resist going out when the weather is so gorgeous. I even ran into Momi who heard my plea and accepted to keep us company after she finished work rather than take her company cab back home.

Highlights of the morning included Momi buying some of that “legal drugs” crap out of Iranians street sellers (a small vial of powder probably filled with caffeine, guarana or some other kind of useless hippie herbal shit)… Yea, that’s how drunk we were.

So anyway, just in case you might be wondering: only thing worse than a hangover… is a tropical summer day hangover. Needless to say my productivity was very low until late today.

Will resume non-ethylic posting shortly.