McArthur style

Before I left the Jamaican bar on Thursday, I may or may not have uttered the words "I shall return." But in anycase, that is precisely what I did.

Met up with Corinne, Tyler and Courtney at the Yonago-eki (train station) and bke-caravaned to this pool/comic library/karaoke place. Played a few games of pool, absolutely dominated everybody there. Apparently there's not a single serious cue sportsman in the Yonago English-speaking community. I may have had given the impression that I'm a show-off asshole by playing, and beating Nicole(who claimed to be a 4th year JET) one-handed. Dave (Korean 3rd year JET with Japanese good enough to have an entourage of cute Japanese girlfriends), Katherine (older British ex-JET, very talkative grey eyes), Pete (typical British soccer hooligan, 4 months in, travel-friend of Kean), and some woman whose name started with D (Deborah?), Ted(American with Japanese wife who's into martial arts) were also there.

Subsequently the gang broke up and Corinne, Tyler, Ted and I made our return to the Jamaican place. I still can't remember exactly what the place is called or where it is,


but the owner's name is Ishida, who does excellent sleight-of-hand magic;


the sumo-fan's name is Morimasa, drinks straight sho-shiu and was very good with drunken exchange of Jap/Eng gibberish;


and this is Nano, will produce a better picture of this cutie in my next escapade;


and of course, the ever-present Corinne.

(not pictured: Tyler and Scott, drummer from Indiana who may or may not be a dealer)

The bar has no more than 20 seats, but with maybe 7-8 people inside you would have to rub shoulders with everybody else. Despite the small size, we managed to stay there until 5:30am, when the Thai girls showed up en-masse (we were forewarned by a winking Ishida-san). Requests/solicitations in the form of "Go home? Go home?" were easily understood and (gasp!) politely turned down, for now(what was I thinking!?). Finally stepping out into the daylight was a disturbing and nauseating experiene after the hours spent inside that warm, dark, and strangely comfortable hole.