a party

Yesterday, I went to a party in Tokushima. A British guy invited me and friends to that. It was supposed to be a potluck, we bought some stuff—chips, flutes, however what did across the British guy’s mind, he bought tons of food himself and asked us to pay for it. It was only 500 yen, yet our food was not needed, looked like. The party itself was okay. I expected there were lots of English speakers and my friends might not have fun, but Japanese there were lots.

I didn’t realize till about 10 minutes past that I haven’t been like this Japanese-consisted party. I had no idea how to behave in that party at first, in Japanese. When I was in the U.S., I just ate foods and talked to random people at party. Not ate random people and talked to foods. But at a Japanese party—even if it was planned by a party raised British nice guy. I observed people first; I knew it was also the first time for them to meet. They started with introducing themselves—yeah they should—and then started talking about their jobs. Jobs!! Why did they have to talk about their jobs by turn? There must be better idea.

So, it was my turn, talking with “Japanese” random people. A guy sitting in front of me said he was working for a pharmaceutical company—flashy. To my glad he didn’t dig the job farther. He probably thought I wouldn’t understand; or the clothing I was wearing wouldn’t. People always judge people with their clothing. Then it was my turn, explaining about my job. I frowned as much as I could and moved my face close to his an ear and said in this grave voice

“I grow marijuana.”

Then I waited a second how he reacted and all. I kept my face frowned with “a bit regret taste”. What he said was “oh…oh, okay” he didn’t say good of course. I told him it was a fib. But he was still frozen like a mantis.

It was a fun party, I should say. We’ve stayed only an hour. We didn’t want to hang around longer. If we did, I even had to grow cocaine in my fantasy field.