Day 1.5: uma

We spent the afternoon watching toby’s new dance which involves saying “ghi ghi ghi ghi ghi ghi” while stamping his feet then falling over while yelling “blllmmgglmblllphhh!” and rolling on the floor. After that toby thought that our day was over and tried to go to sleep for the night at 3 o’clock. He woke momentarily to enjoy a poster in the subway and the flashing lights of ginza, then fell asleep during our fancy Chinese dinner, woke again for ginza and the subway sign on our return, then fell asleep for good back at home. We left him with his grandmother and headed out for drinks with zeno. we had a leisurely walk to a cozy izakaya and drank some very tasty sake while exchanging pleasantries, overall a lovely experience. and then came pony. pony who will live in my nightmares. poor poor pony. let's just say that nothing will shake up your evening quicker than a lengthy discussion of pony, the indonesian orangutan sex-slave (apparently you can google this, although I wouldn’t suggest it). but then again, it would seem almost disappointing if an evening with zeno was just polite conversation, so really, we got what we came for.