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Timeline since Thursday evening
Thursday....
2100: Arrive home from shooting in Sakuragicho, completely tired, back is aching from carrying all of my fucking gear. Not happy, but it's golden week now.
0300: Still can't sleep. Forgot that the three yager-bombs I was served by the models manager had red bull... I suck.
0500: Eyes are drifting shut... I think.
Friday....
0800: Wake up, half asleep, but do it anyways. Shower, notice the Y key on my keboard isn't working that well. Annoing but I'll make due.
1000: Off to Hachioji, meet with friends, have dinner, shop around for muslin
1300: Go to the onsen , flirt with front-staff, enable the stereotype and myth of western men
1500: Go to have a couple of drinks in Minamino-Hachioji, but not before taking a scooter out for a bit of a run around town
1800: Dinner at a nice hotel, but served three shots of tequila... can only stomach one.
2000-????: More drinking somewhere on Hachioji. End up getting a hickey on the side of my hip from a drunken sushi-chef and get business cards from someone who works at Oracle and think it would be a good idea to hire me in his drunken state, even though I don't have any computer-network experience. Yay.
Saturday
0730: Up and on the road to Yamanashi to enjoy a country-side bbq
1045: Arrive, despite the traffic on the high-way (It's Golden-Week after-all)
1130: Get a drunken lecture by an old man on repopulating Japan. One of the few 'old style' Japanese I've met that doesn't loathe foreigners.
1400: Take a walk with an American friend who works with the military. Learn many things that are wrong with the military, hear some insight after 27 years in it. Kind of glad I didn't join.
1510: Have a Nintendo DS 'Tetris' Match with 9 women. I lose 7 times out of 8.
1640: Head back into Tokyo in the Nissan Cedrick. Get back to my place around 1830, shower, shave, get ready for the party at XEX Nihombashi
2100: Running late, have to carry all of my equipment (lighting/stands/backdrop/bodies/lenses/strobes) by myself. Not happy but it's for charity so I suck it up and only complain a few times.
2230: Setup complete, people are coming through the doors and everyone is happy.
Standing next to Kohsei, one of Central Tokyo's leading sound-guys (owns a sound studio that does a lot of music and voice-over work)
The country BBQ
The basic setup outside of the main entrance
Thursday....
2100: Arrive home from shooting in Sakuragicho, completely tired, back is aching from carrying all of my fucking gear. Not happy, but it's golden week now.
0300: Still can't sleep. Forgot that the three yager-bombs I was served by the models manager had red bull... I suck.
0500: Eyes are drifting shut... I think.
Friday....
0800: Wake up, half asleep, but do it anyways. Shower, notice the Y key on my keboard isn't working that well. Annoing but I'll make due.
1000: Off to Hachioji, meet with friends, have dinner, shop around for muslin
1300: Go to the onsen , flirt with front-staff, enable the stereotype and myth of western men
1500: Go to have a couple of drinks in Minamino-Hachioji, but not before taking a scooter out for a bit of a run around town
1800: Dinner at a nice hotel, but served three shots of tequila... can only stomach one.
2000-????: More drinking somewhere on Hachioji. End up getting a hickey on the side of my hip from a drunken sushi-chef and get business cards from someone who works at Oracle and think it would be a good idea to hire me in his drunken state, even though I don't have any computer-network experience. Yay.
Saturday
0730: Up and on the road to Yamanashi to enjoy a country-side bbq
1045: Arrive, despite the traffic on the high-way (It's Golden-Week after-all)
1130: Get a drunken lecture by an old man on repopulating Japan. One of the few 'old style' Japanese I've met that doesn't loathe foreigners.
1400: Take a walk with an American friend who works with the military. Learn many things that are wrong with the military, hear some insight after 27 years in it. Kind of glad I didn't join.
1510: Have a Nintendo DS 'Tetris' Match with 9 women. I lose 7 times out of 8.
1640: Head back into Tokyo in the Nissan Cedrick. Get back to my place around 1830, shower, shave, get ready for the party at XEX Nihombashi
2100: Running late, have to carry all of my equipment (lighting/stands/backdrop/bodies/lenses/strobes) by myself. Not happy but it's for charity so I suck it up and only complain a few times.
2230: Setup complete, people are coming through the doors and everyone is happy.
Standing next to Kohsei, one of Central Tokyo's leading sound-guys (owns a sound studio that does a lot of music and voice-over work)
The country BBQ
The basic setup outside of the main entrance
So...uh...what does a Muslim go for in Tokyo? Or a late-model, low-mileage Christian?
Glad to see you're holding up our end, Aqua. :cheer:
Sorry about that, was running on no sleep since Friday night when posting that. I meant muslin which is a fabric often used in lieu of paper for backdrops. I'm getting sick and tired of hauling a 10kg roll of paper (or three) to various locations.
So Much Custard!!!!! All for 150 yen.
A wise man once said "Custard that's on sale is never custard you can trust." He wasn't wrong.
I'm totally gunna die from bird flu
Spicy Cola
Obama Blow-Up Doll
Doing my part by helping put on a large fashion show were all of the proceeds go to helping those affected by the Tsunami and Earthquake.
This is why I go through so many rolls of backdrop paper.
Moving day
It's like ten cans of Red Bull gang-banged a teacup full of whisky. This shit keeps you up ALLLLLL night.
Sideways Green-Space
YUCK!
My last Cadbury Easter-Cream / Creme Egg .....
I weep.
What a douche... if you see this guy, slap him.
Out in Aoyama-Itchome, Tokyo
"der Dritte schlag" (correctly: der dritte Schlag) at the front spoiler is german and means "the third hit". Perhaps that tuned Porsche already had some front contacts...
