a disgrace to my mother and father

So first mom and dad, I didn't tell you the whole story. So here it is.

My weekend: Friday after the hellish day at the post office, I went to pick up a fellow Colorado JET living on the Shikoku island. She toodled around with me in the city until I went to eat with Rachel and her sister Annabelle, Bob, Amy, Danielle, some other girl, Richard, and Ashley (shikoku). We ate some great food and then went to the Aussie bar. I drove home that night so it was definately a sober night due to the no tolerance alcohol limit in Japan.

Saturday Ashley and I drove to Takahashi to get on a train to Soja. In Soja we met more JETs about 20 of us and rented bikes to do the Kibi bike trail. This will tell you how hard the ride is: a single speed cruiser. My kind of ride. So we were off and sightseeing along the way. We got to the end and got kind of lost when we needed to return the bikes. Found it after some really talented riding done by me. A sidewalk with oncoming traffic and one of those cement ditches that would hurt like hell when you fall in. Those bikes are hard to steer when they have a basket full of stuff in the front. I am a weeble wobble on them sometimes when the pressure gets to me.

We went to eat in the city and I had a drink. Man that tasted so good that I had another. Then to the Aussie Bar again for more drinks. Then to Red Moon for some more. I stayed the night in the city and took a train early in the morning.
This is the part that mom and dad aren:t going to be proud of.
I got sick on the train and only had my lovely Botox makeup bag. (Jami works for a medspa and sent me over 2 Botox makeup bags, a headband, mirror, shirt, and ball.) So I just happened to have the waterproof one with me thankfully. Dumped that out at the next stop. I met up with Dimple's adopted grandma and grandpa who took me, Dimple, and Jen to pick pears. I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE A THREE HOUR DRIVE UP. So it started out pulling over at a roadside toilet before we got on the expressway. Stopping again when we got off the expressway. Don't turn around in a car or you will get dizzy. Pulled over 6 more times like that all day. Picked some pears and ate 2 of them. Starting to feel sick again. The grandma and grandpa bought us each a bag full. All in all they spent about 180 dollars on pears that day.
I didn't get home til 7. That is when I started to feel better. Oh only puking 2 times on the side of the road on the way home. These roads are not straight and the braking accelerating is not good for a hangover.
Lesson learned. I am not a heavy weight anymore.

More pictures to put up tonight. (at school writing this and being ever so productive)