Why would you do this?

There we all were, Onsen finished, in the tiny, tiny bar next to the UWannaDie Lodge for a bit of Apres Ski.

The bar has 2 distinguishing features. There is a large model helicopter hanging from the ceiling. The other is the gorgeous home made valve amp used to play music in the bar. 

Some number of  beers later, we ended up with a young lady lying on the table, midriff bared, belly button pointed at the ceiling. I then watched in disbelief as my friend C proceeded to snort vodka from her, admittedly very shapely, belly button. Usually it was whipped cream or chocolate sauce being licked off midriffs, so this was a bit of a departure.

I watched C carefully to see what happened. His head didn't fall off or anything drastic. But, his eyes went from a "with it" look to a "nobody's home"  look in a heartbeat. He then had to be taken away and put to bed. 

Oh dear, oh dear.

Some more beer later, my friend A ended up being doused in paraffin. It is still not clear to me to this day, why the individual concerned poured paraffin all over her... in a bar.   People can die from accidentally being set on fire after stuff like that.

So, all in all, an evening of "Why would you do this" moments.

Onsen mishap

I once went skiing in Japan with a bunch of friends and a Newbie to Japan. We shall call him Green George. Green cos he had never been outside of the US of A.

One of the best things about the Japanese skiing experience is the Onsen afterwards. The big, hot communal bath, the floating sake tray, the prospect of REALLY GOOD Japanese food to come, it's all good.

This particular Onsen had a sulphur theme (rotten egg smell etc etc).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onsen

So we are all sitting in the Onsen, snow falling on our heads, on account of this bath being outside, when GG suddenly gargles some of the bathwater, howls, spits it out and says "Guys, why didn't you warn me the water was full of sulphur?"

Well, GG because

1) of the rotten egg smell

but more importantly

2) it never occurred to us that you would gargle water in a communal bath.

Doh!

Next Japan story will be tales of tequila and near-death experiences in the helicopter bar.......

 

Japan trip - Part 1

I met up with my long time friend W and her lovely husband G on Saturday night in Tokyo. During the course of a somewhat epic evening, W said I would be unable to unhook R's bra with one hand. Of course I said I would be able to but chose not to.

Well, to cut a long story short, I had to put up or shut up and deftly popped the back open with one hand. Nobody was more surprised than me, given that I hadn't had to do that for a long long time.

Apparently it's like riding a bike. Who knew?