Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Bye Bye!

Bye Bye!


Ah man. Oof. That plane ride was a curb stomp to my physical wellbeing. Now, it really wasn't all to terrible, but in the future I wouldn't mind taking some precautions to ensure my sleep comes easily (nyquil, having someone clock me one, or depriving myself of an extreme amount of sleep beforehand).

At the airport I managed to get my bags checked, say goodbye to mama, and get through customs with ease, except for the part where I left my shoes on the other side of the scanning machine. It was actually kind of a funny exchange:

* Taking all of my things out of the plastic bin on the opposite side *

Me: Uhm, excuse me. Did you take my shoes out to inspect them or something?
TSA: No, you didn't have any shoes.
Me: I had shoes.
Passing Person: I think I saw them on the other side...
Me: * facepalm *
TSA: * rolls eyes *
Passing Person: * rolls eyes *
Everyone still on line on the other side when I go back to get shoes: * rolls eyes *
Life: * roll eyes *

So, ignoring that minor embarrassment, everything was smooth sailing. The plane itself was delayed a bit due to a monstrous typhoon occurring in the vicinity of Japan, but eventually we all walked on the plane and plopped into our seats.

Entertainment for this flight consisted of a 14 hour playlist I made for myself, the surprisingly decent selection of inflight movies, counting the amount of people sleeping with their mouths hanging open and joking about this with the obaa-chan sitting next to me, talking to the obaa-chan next to me, and reading the newest Tucker Max book I found at the store prior to the flight.

GRAHAM'S RATINGS OF INFLIGHT ENTERTAINMENT (1-5 stars)

Obaa-Chan: Obaa-Chans seem to be universally awesome. This particular obaa-chan put up with my turrible Japanese and we managed to get through a somewhat cohesive conversation. She's 65 and has lived by Nara for the last 40 years, has two children who have their own families that also live nearby, learned English in high school but didn't pursue anything because she didn't feel she was that good at it, and visited Macchu Picchu. She wants to visit the Grand Canyon but doesn't know when she'll have time for it. She also laughs like a slice of watermelon, all wide and toothy, filled with a simple sweetness that makes anyone feel like her grandchild.

(4.5) Stars! (would've been more if I could have understood/appreciated better what she was saying)

Inflight Movies: The selection was large and diverse enough to cover all the bases: latest action flicks, past box office hits, middle aged romantic comedy, teenage drama, obscure foreign production, and of course the visually stunning documentaries about cultural happenings around the world (crabs in Japan, temples in China). The three movies I watched were MIB 3, The Social Network, and Brave. I hadn't seen MIB 3 in theaters yet I had heard good things about. And, in accordance with those good things, I enjoyed the film even though I watched it on a screen tiny enough that a baby's head could fully block out. The Social Network I had seen in theaters so I knew what to expect. I wasn't sure why watching it a second time would be a good idea. It was fine to see it the first time on the big screen, but didn't deserve a second viewing. Brave was a curious film. The trailers for it had led me to believe the story would take a much different route than it did. I'm still happy with how it ended up, but at the same time I felt it could have pulled through better.

4 Stars

Tucker Max Book

Funny, but don't buy it. With all these awesome sequels coming out in the film world I was hoping that some of the magic would rub off onto this tired looking book, but alas t'was not so.

A meager 3 stars. (Which, according to XKCD's Amazon rating chart analysis, means it's complete rubbish)


And then I landed in Japan. Life's good.

A Proper Farewell (3)



Wednesday/Thursday/Friday

Tufts. My home-away-from-home home. What always struck me about Tufts is how the large majority of people are genuinely nice. It was what caught my attention when visiting schools, and it's what has kept me a happy camper these past two years. However, beyond the niceties, I've come to learn that everyone at Tufts is quirky, in all the best possible ways. It seems like everyone realized they could embrace who they are and what they like, or that they're free to explore themselves in ways not available before, and as a consequence, everybody is weird. Which is great. My kinda people.

And so it was with a heart beating with excitement that I returned to my home-away-from-home home. After the four hour bus ride spent on my iPod, a few stops on the red line, and a quick hop and skip to College Ave, I was back and raring to go.
“FULL STEAM AHEAD, CAPTAIN”

Glimpses of the Trip
(I'm gonna trim the events of my stay to keep your interest. Most of my time at Tufts was spent just bopping around trying to find friendly faces to talk to. Those conversations, while meaningful to me, would probably not be as interesting to all y'all readers out there, so I'll simply leave them where they are in my head.)

  • Getting dinner with my “big” John (aka Slurpee) and my “little” Andrew (aka WINK). After waiting for Andrew to return from catching 40 winks (aha, see what I did there?) we stormed into Boston Burger Company and dominated some of the most glorious burgers I've ever seen. John got the Mac Attack, a fine burger with mac'n'cheese on top of it between two sesame seed buns (there might've been some other toppings but I didn't get a bite/ask him). Andrew and I ordered the 420 burger, a diabolical concoction Dr. Frankenstein could have come up with had he decided to work in the food business. Or, ya know, a burger that someone really high thought of. Either or. Anywho, it's a towering beast of food composed of a thick beef patty, mozzarella sticks, fried onion rings, cheese, fries, and honey mustard sauce. The burger is actually tall enough that the only way to eat it without unhinging your jaw is to compress it to about half its original size. Even then you're still risking painting your face with food, but it's a sacrifice most are willing to make.
  • Returning to 126 Packard. As a brother of ZBT, I am happy to spread the good word around the world and make us known internationally – a ZBT missionary, if you will – but it still sucks to be apart from the brothers; they're a good bunch of guys and some of them are my closest friends. As depressing as it might be to leave the house for a year and miss the seniors' graduation, nothing got in the way of some good ol' hanging out with the guys.
  • Breakfast with Katie and Sam (+ Elizabeth). You two were my original “girls,” and you both hold a special place in my heart. Nothing too special about this meal, unfortunately, just conversing like always and nomming on some food from Hotung. (I know I said I wouldn't write about this kind of thing, but it was a good touch to the end of my stay)

And yeah, that was about it. I returned home with my departure a scant time away. I hear you knocking on my door, Japan. I hear ya.