A couple weeks before I got sick, my friend V and I decided we wanted to go to some bars for a change...as opposed to Japanese style "izakayas" where you just sit with the people you came with. We wanted to talk to random people and bartenders! She ended up coming to my neck of the woods, Yokohama and we went to an Irish pub called The Green Sheep. True to their name, they have a giant inflatable green sheep outside. Of course this is an "Irish pub" as it is run by Japanese people, which actually makes it better, in my opinion.
When we arrived, it was super full, and we were gruffly told by the one whitey waiter, "You'll have to sit at the bar..." Um...yeah, that is perfect because we wanted to sit at the bar, watcha getting all uptight bout, buddy? So we got to sit right next to where the waitstaff drop off and pick up orders, which means lots of opportunities to harass the staff, hahahahaha.
The first people we talked with were some American military guys who were in Yokohama for special training. One of the guys came over with a Japanese guy they had been drinking with and started saying stuff to V (who is Asian, but from Canada, and does not speak much Japanese) in Japanese...until finally I said, "she's not Japanese!" Then the guy was like, "Oh, well why am I speaking Japanese then, haha" and the Japanese guy was like, "Oh, so I guess you don't need a translator then, I'm gonna go back to my girlfriend now..." The military guy then proceeded to tell us his life story, including about his wife who past away...yeah, OK, a little bit TMI, thanks. THEN, his super drunk friends came over, and one of them told us a joke, that he said was sooooo funny it would "make us poop." Well, the punch line was really stupid, but the 10 minute lead up was hilarious, only because this guy was so drunk and walking back and forth in front of us doing weird body movements in accordance to the joke. Meanwhile, one of the wait staff kept grabbing his butt, and finally the guy got mad, not because of the butt grabbing, but because it was messing up his joke...don't ask don't tell, I guess. After finally finishing the joke, it was time for the guys to get back to the barracks because of curfew, so we said goodbye to them.
After they left, I asked the butt-grabbing waiter if he was gay, and he said, "NOOOOO!" Well, in Japan, guys do grope each other an awful lot just for fun, so I suppose he was telling the truth. In response to my question, he asked if I was a lesbian (he knew the word in English too), to which I responded, "No, are you?" To which he responded, "Yes!"
Me: "So, you like girls?"
Waiter: "Yes."
Me: "And you have boobs?"
Waiter: "Yes. Don't touch me!!!!"
So, as it turned out, no matter what other ridiculous/inappropriate question I asked him, he would answer "yes."
Another example:
Me: (after looking at his nametag) So, your name is 'Hikaru?' That is a pretty hosty name, are you a host?
Lesbian Waiter: "Yes."
Me: How much do you cost?
LW: A million yen for 30 seconds. (then in English) 30 minutes!!!
Guess he has a English language special...lucky for me.
One of the bartender's names was Atsushi and we were harrassing him as well. I asked if his name meant
atsui (hot) sushi...he told us no, but LW assured us that, yes, in fact "Atsushi" means "Atsui Sushi."
Some other guys came in and sat in the seats next to us...our next victims, so we talked to them for awhile. We had them try to guess where we were from, and for the life of them, they could not guess where I am from. They first guessed Russia (which I actually get quite a lot here) to which I responded, "No way, do I look like a hostess to you!?" (in Japan, if there is a foreign hostess/prostitute, most likely she is Russian) haha...it's funny because it's racist.
Anyway, they then went on to guess a bunch of other countries-- Sweden, New Zealand, Australia, Canada, etc. Finally V said, "I'll give you a hint...She is from North America, but not Mexico or Canada..." And, they
still couldn't guess, so they just gave up. I am not even kidding, though I wish I were...they said they were grad students...hmmm...really? In the end, I think everybody, including the bartenders all still thought I was from Russia by the end of the night, even though I insisted several times that I wasn't.
After the grad students had to go back home (they still live with their parents), we got back to talking with the staff again. They brought out a big stack of pictures from their recent company vacation at the beach. There were a TON of pictures of Atsui Sushi
naked, covering his junk with a shell and sitting on the dirtiest, nastiest gray sand I have ever seen...they must have gone to Chlamydia Beach. So, of course, I pocketed one of the pictures... Unfortunately, there were no photos of LW naked, but I did find this little gem:
Simply, adorable. When I showed him the picture, he did the pose live.
Around that time, I also noticed a sign in the bathroom saying that on rainy days, the bar offered a special "free rainy day dessert present." It was raining, so of course, I asked LW about it, about 30 minutes later, we were presented with these adorable crepes:

They are in the shape of "teru teru bozu," a charm that people put outside in order to ward off rain.
So, those are the high-lights of our evening, and we will deffinately go back again!
**I didn't post the naked Atsui Sushi picture, because I don't wanna get kicked of blogspot for posting adult material...and also it isn't a very nice thing to do to him because he was really nice. BUT, if you really want to see it (and let me warn you, it is shocking...and hilarious) send me an email and I can send you the picture.