Travel to Disney Sea

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“When my hands don’t play strings the same way, I know you’ll love me the same”

– E. Sheeran

 

Growing up with little has been a factor I’ve been thankful for. Really help keep me humble in adulthood. I enjoy keeping a low profile life and don’t need attention to feel valued.

I appreciate the tiny details of my day-to-day routine. And if life took a turn for the worst I’m sure I could rough it out, Bear Grylls-Style

Past summer we took a trip to Disney sea. Our package included transportation, room, tickets to the Park, and my favorite meal in the world, a breakfast buffet. referred to as “viking” style in Japan.

The transportation was cozy sitting in business class roomier compared to my last trip. Still I could have hitched a ride on the side of the bullet train if it were an option.

Now that I’m older I’ve learn more about train etiquette. I’m respectful of riding on bullet trains and try to follow rules to a T.

I honestly did not know we weren’t allowed to smoke cigarettes on them the first time I rode one. No one told me anything. It was always spoken over the intercom. I go deaf once I hear a voice over the speaker. It’s just a reflex.

Add to the fact I drink alcohol as well. A full participant  in pre-gaming. Which means to having a few drinks before you leave the house.

Alcohol always affected me in a cool way. I’d become Joe Montana a laid back fellow that saw the good in everyone.

I’m a changed man. I stand in the aisles and lean against the wall. I like to look out the window capture the landscape and take selfies to pass the time of travel.

We arrived in Uruyasu where it was noticeably warmer. The vibe was very California-sh. a theme that continued to play out during the stay. The mall areas, The skate park, The angelic women walking to and from heaven to bless the world.

But, since I was already with some company so I couldn’t get to know. Gentlemen like, I was on my best behavior.

The package included a stay at Hotel Errion. A partner with Disney. So we could catch the bus that picked up guest and brought them to the park every 15 minutes. Something about traveling and being in a new room. But, I always feel like bathing for an hour with bubbles. And letting delta wave music play in the background. Drying off and then jumping on the bed or in this case a futon to break it in.

My companion had a good laugh from my little routine. But this was just the beginning we had a little time to kill. So we hung out by window. It was a nice place to sit right up against the glass. We changed the song to Aaliyah. Now this become our first song if our vacation had a soundtrack. I cracked open a can of Suntory Whiskey. We had the after six pass for the first night. The city was beautiful kind of like California.

When the silence hit. I closed my eyes. Then my mind’s eye showed me who I truly was. Awoken my conscious like Rafiki. When I remember being hungry everything taste better in the present.

I sit near the window. And I think to the pier in my hometown. Sitting on there waiting for something to happen. Waiting to grow old. Waiting for things to pass over. If I could go back and talk to me in the past. I would have a long talk about following your ambition.

Before the pier security could tell us we couldn’t sit there. I presently sat near the window wondering about now like always.

Just a little bit that’s all I needed.

What memories always come back to you?

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Thoughts before Disney Sea

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“Vacation, All I ever wanted, Vacation had to get away…”

– The Go-Go’s

 

Years back.

You may have seen a comic strip by Adam Ellis that trended for a while on the internet.

It was a four scene story with a memorable line a lot of us could relate to. Two buddies sit on a couch. One is watching football on T.V. with a generic t-shirt that reads sports team.

The other guy sits next to him and begins to complain about the game of football. Then he begins to gives reasons of why it sucks.

The football fan then shuts his mouth closed and whispers.

“Let people enjoy things”.

It’s a comic strip that does the dirty work for you. If you have some person in your life adamant on taking the fun out of life. This is your battle cry.

Still at the same time it’s weirdly comforting to know others been in this situation. Your not alone in this.

And when it does the go to attitude was aloof and tune them out. Those who like to crap on beautiful things. It’s an ugly vibe I try to stay clear from.

Which brings me to when a person tried to ruin Disneyland for me. A person I barely knew and seen in passing. The military base community is a small world and news travels quicker than in hair saloons even the most useless information that has nothing to do with you.

I was filling up a mug with coffee when I heard my name.

“Hey what’s going on?”

“Sup you”

“Good man, Heard from so and so you were going to Disney”

“Yeah, I leave this weekend”

“Really man, you’re going to support Disney?”

“Yeah”

“There’s an evil corporation that has been influence the minds of the youth with evil imagery…There connected with so much of the elites…”

“Hey man, good talk…I don’t have time for this…ever”

I prefer a positive vibe.

Have you meet killjoys and wanted to say “Let people enjoy things” ?

Late Night McDonald’s Japan |Part One|

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“We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.”

-D. Mamet

 

On sleepless nights.

I lay in bed with eyes shut wondering “What the heck?” and “Not, again”.

I’m annoyed by whatever this condition is. It’s not consistent enough to be insomnia. At the most it’ll happen twice a month.

Am I in a re-boot. That happens periodically. I can’t sleep sometimes and my thoughts bounce from idea to idea.

I used to try and get more sleep but I gave up on that idea. I learned to do something I need to get done, a chore. Something that burns calories to get me tired enough to fall into slumber.

Trying to to figure out what awoke me, a bad dream, a random thought, must of been something strange and for whatever reason. I’m up. Getting sleep shouldn’t take this much effort. We should just sail into it.

Like having to use the restroom. When it’s time to go and nature calls. You pick up, take a shot, swish.

I wake up and do whatever I want until I’m tired. The level of beat where I’m able to sleep where I stand. Friends who know me know I’m able. They’ve seen me in action.

This night I was far from it. Starving for something tasty. Thirsty for something root- beerish. No matter what the calorie count was. When I’m tired I act like a hungry drunk in that I have no resistance to what I’ll eat.

Lord knows. I’ve never woken up for midnight snack to eat a celery stick. My midnight snacks are sloppy and disgusting. A meal for Pregnant women and the Head of Biker Gangs.

Something like a bag of chips laid as a bed for a fat boy sandwich which is simply; two, three, four, slices of bread, and anything in the fridge to go in between. Drizzled with ketchup, relish, salt, pepper, hot sauce, soy sauce, Campbell’s Tomato Soup, no rules, anything goes.

And If this doesn’t satisfy me. I dig into a cereal box and eat claws full of it.

Tonight, I knew the food I wanted that my fridge didn’t have. It was a ten minute drive from my dorm room. And it’s no use of thinking of not going. My body’s been craving McDonald’s. Now, normally this wouldn’t happen in the States.

The restaurant has never been a priority to me. We have a Denny’s (Chicken-fried steak, Sampler Platter) We have a Jack in the box (eat anything as long as we have buttermilk ranch).

There are at least three other restaurants that I’d consider before thinking about a McDonald’s. But, the thing is…I’m in Japan and over here McDonald’s you get more than what you pay for.

I rose from my futon and went to my freshening up routine.

Brush Teeth, Wash Face, Wash Hands, Change Clothes. Out the door.

For a second I thought about knocking on the door of a neighbor. To see if anyone shared a desire to chow down burgers and fries. Then I thought about the added time I’d waste if they weren’t ready.

I couldn’t decide. But, I luckily I didn’t need to. While I was contemplating inviting people my legs didn’t stop from taking strides towards my car. And there in front of car.

I stepped in. Where I could still smell the cigarette smoke.Not because of me, but because I decided to be a bro and gave a co-worker a drive home hours before. Thankfully it wasn’t mine. I had been battling my cigarette addiction for a while. It’s kicked my butt for a while. This time I got the upper-hand.

So far at least. I cruise onto the streets that are lit by the amber glow of street lights.

8 minutes later, I pull into my destination.

 

What’s your favorite midnight meal?