"Thanks Polly!" , posted Sun 5 Feb 00:30
Since it has seemingly become a trend to start completely random threads in here, which later get hijacked and twisted into something completely unrelated, I thought I'd just thank Polly for making me go to Yoyogi Park. I never really talked about it when I got back, but I did all the "touristy" things when I went to Tokyo, and going to Yoyogi park was one of them (I even went up Tokyo tower *shock*). Even though nothing spectacular happened when we were in the park, it was a worthwhile experience, and I think having missed that would've been bad. So here Polly, have a cracker.
Alright then, who's going to be the first to turn this thread onto the topic of Iggy's behind?
quote: Even though nothing spectacular happened, it was a worthwhile experience, and I think having missed that would've been bad.
I agree, that's a fair assesment of Iggy's behind.
One thing I enjoyed from my trip was a visit to a temple on New Year's day. After being saturated with the cityness of Tokyo for a week, it was a refreshing change of pace. I only regret not trying out a public bath.
Although I have a feeling that would've also been a similar experience to Iggy's behind.
"Re(1):Thanks Polly!" , posted Sun 5 Feb 02:07 Yeah!
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"Re(2):Thanks Polly!" , posted Sun 5 Feb 07:09
Ah, but you didn't run into any street musicians or dancing greasers?
I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I appreciate the thanks, but I'm sad if you missed out on the "good stuff". I was pretty lucky to catch a wedding there.
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"Re(3):Thanks Polly!" , posted Sun 5 Feb 09:05
No weddings, but we did catch what seemed to be some sort of (school?) band driving up to the park entrance in their bus. Fearing their big drums and other assorted instruments, we didn't stick around to find out what they were about to perform.
We didn't scribble down any prayers for good health for friends and family either, although I guess it would've made a nice memory (and picture). Instead I guiltily snuck occasional glances at the ones strung up that were written in various forms of broken english.