It was a pretty slow day today, to be honest. First off, due to my solo drinking spree last night, I woke up too late for school today. I was 1 hour late. It’s not that horrible since first period is Kanji lesson—Kanji that I already know by the way. Anyways, there’s this Chinese classmate who hangs out with me sometimes to practice his English with me. So I decided I wouldn’t mind the company today and invited him to help him with his English.
So we hung out at McDonalds, cause I needed to eat while he studied on the side and I was there whenever he needed some questions to be answered or like get some help with proper pronunciation. Oppa (our Korean friend) and I call him samchon because of his old guy feel and the fact that he can’t seem to get with the program everytime the three of us are together.
Teaching samchon can get pretty frustrating, so I was texting oppa on the side too. Then samchon said he needed to go home already at 7:00 pm, and I was like, “What? But it’s still early.” But oh well, he’s pretty much a samchon so he had to go. I went with him to Shinjuku station, since we’re both going to ride Keio anyways, except on different lines. So I texted oppa, “Ah, I’m so bored, but I don’t wanna go home yet cause it’s too early. Samchon went home already.” But I rode the train already and there’s no signal in that Keio line, so I only received oppa’s reply when I arrived in Meidaimae. He said, “I’m bored too. Say, should we hang out then?”
So we decided to meet up at Shinjuku. Yep, I took the train back. So mendoukusai. There, oppa wanted to go to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Office, but it was closed already when we got there. So we walked a bit around Shinjuku trying to find the way back to the train station and somehow we decided to have drinks in Shinokubo—where all the Koreans in Japan probably live. Oppa was worried drinking in a bar would get too pricey, so we settled for buying beer at the convenience store and hitting a nearby park to drink there.
First law of the night that I broke was underage drinking. I’m Filipino, it’s pretty legal to drink at 18, that’s why I can drink. Tsch, not like it ever stopped me before to be honest. But in Japan, their legal age is at 20. Like I said, never stopped me before.
Second, you can’t drink alcohol in Japanese parks (when I say park, as in playground parks, with swings and all that.) So I was like, “Oppa, are you sure we can drink here?” And he’s like, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” And I just laughed and went, “Meh, we can just pull out the ‘I’m a foreigner. I don’t understand Japanese. I didn’t know.’ card when the police catches us anyways.”
So we hung out there by the swings and drank beer and talked about all kinds of shit. It was fun. Oppa and samchon are coming over to my dorm this Saturday and oppa and I are gonna force samchon to drink mak-sa (makgeolli + cider). Oppa’s gonna cook too. Yep. ^^