Surprise Birthday Party

OK...so I had my first surprise birthday party. The thing is...it's not my birthday. My birthday is on 9/26. I was very surprised. I figured we were just going to a party and we were going to eat and drink.

I was chatting with the Japanese when all of the sudden the lights dimmed. Everybody walks in with a lit birthday cake.

Me: OH! Who's birthday is it?
Minoru: It's my birthday.
Everybody else: And yours too!
Me in my head: WTF?!? My birthday isn't until another 20 days or so!

It was fun...and the cake was made from scratch, even the strawberries were homegrown. Very tastey, and lots of love in the cake.

One man was very annoying. Our relationship started out lovely. He spoke phenomenal English, so that was good. Then he started drinking. Alot. I should've known to get out when he started swaying and slurring his speech. His English started to degrade with every glass.

Anonymous Japanese man: YOU KNOW! He said...NICE man. And, he trying to say...nice MAN. I'm sorry, he say...NICE MAN! BUS! You know?!"

Me: OK, I got a subject, an adjective, and what seems be a direct object. I need more, man! I NEED MORE!

Bad English is 100-percent forgivable in Japan. But then he started to get slap happy. He started slapping my thigh and my back, and putting his ear next to my mouth if he didn't understand something I said. OMG!

Then, it was time to go. So I thought I was rid of him. NOOO! Apparently, my ride was going to give him a ride.

Me: OK, but I'm not sitting next to his slap-happy-drunk@$$.

Honestly, it was a great night. And it makes a great story, I think. What do you think boys and girls? Yeah?! YEAH!

OH, and to conclude, he wants me to go to some concert and pick up some 50-60 year old babes on the 16th. I CAN'T WAIT! I told him I had to check my schedule.