3.26.2004

Clarification 

It was the smoking I was doing by myself. Not so much the drinking. And that was in the olden days. Now?

Well the other evening I decided to go out on a limb and check out the dart bar that just opened around the corner. It took a little doing. See, it used to be a hostess bar (aka snack) but now the windows are open and there was hip-hop on so I wandered by umbrella in hand and tried to peek in. Just a couple of people. But the bartender girl ran over and invited me in sooo...

A real little dive place but cheap beer and just around the corner. And evidently my Japanese is good enough I can carry on a conversation although I'm trying not to do too much Osaka-ben at the moment. I'd like to be able to speak politely at work and not get confused.

But that's why I was thinking about second hand smoke. Just one guy smoking but I came home an hour later smelling like a factory and thinking, if I go back I'm not wearing my wool coat again. Yech!

At least I can practice my darts. That'll be fun.