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Munich is hailed for its incredible drinking festival, Oktoberfest, where beer is poured like water and parties abound in the streets. Although it is actually a misnomer because it is held in September. I have not been to this glorious festival, but my best friend from college and I always say how we will make it there one day, almost as if Munich is the Mecca and we are on our pilgrammage. Yet, many do not know how much the Japanese people can drink. I stayed in Hiroshima the whole month of October, and well, every weekend found myself...well...really drunk. Due to the drunken debauchery of the annual Saijo Sake Festival, birthday parties, and Halloween, I hereby dub October 2006, Oktoberfest- Japenese style! A short blog to record (and try to remember) the fun times had indulging in the sweet nectar of life. As quoted from my main man Will Ferrell 'It just hits your lips and it tastes so good...'

Okotberfest....Asahi Style!

Casey Lary
2007-03-10 16:50:21

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to certain events and a certain person in September, I must admit I was on a mission to get very drunk. All I have to say is mission accomplished. When it comes to sake I am anything but an expert. Yet I had a very successful method of choosing from the hundreds of sake offered: All the sakes were numbered. Someone would tell me that number 79 or 52 was good, and so I ordered it. Or, my other very technical method for choosing sake was to say 'amaii' which is sweet or 'osusume' which means 'What do you recommend?' You think they would get better as the day progressed, yet they all ended up tasting equally as bad! Lisa and I were on par for a while, but around 4 pm I kinda took off on my own, completely losing track of how many marks were on my arm. For every 1 cup of sake my friend Barbara was drinking, I was drinking 2 or 3. Needless to say this potent alcohol took me into a state of complete and utter debauchery. I remember having a GREAT time, doing what only my friends can tell me or I can see in my few photos. Sunday was NOT fun! Yet things got better on Monday. My two Hapa students (who speak fluent English) told me they saw me on the train on the way home. Yeah, I don't remember that at all! Good showing!

Tanjoubi Omedetou Matt and Josh!

I made the trek to Fukuyama for a joint birthday extravaganza. Fukuyama is a city 2 hours east of Hiroshima. Fukuyama is a hole. It seems every time I go there events revolve around parties and drinking. This was no different. The long tables were lined with nabe pots and delicious food was washed down with unlimited gin and tonics. Chaos broke loose when everyone decided to drink the raw eggs instead of cooking them. A crazy Aussie snorted wasabi since apparently eating it normally doesn't make your nose burn enough, before he decided to drop his pants. We continued on to Karaoke where I decided going to take shots with the waiters in the kitchen was a grand idea (free alcohol!). ...