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night out

15th of Nov, 2001ce* in: diary

Well, getting home on the train is a funny thing. Seems that certain train lines here in Tokyo close quite early, while others can stay open forever. I went to see my great mates Dave and Beth, who I never see hide nor hare of, mostly. We had some delicious egg and chips, guzzling fruity bar mixers and eating strange puds at a family resturant… But as I missed my last train I thought it might be nice, as I was there, to drink. And that drinking turned into meeting people, which turned into karaoke. Shit night really, compared, but got-me-through the night until I could get the first train.
I don’t think I’ll ever remember the names of people I meet, as Dave and Beth had long departed, the people I ended up with just choke my distant memories of what they may look like.