This young Salary Man was named Takouya...(or some variation there of. I think between Sean, Rachel, and myself he wound up having about 10 different names.) He was a very pleasant young man who seemed to enjoy partying with us, perhaps for no other reason than he was at least as drunk as we were and were not to discerning in our choice of company.
I believe at this point Takouya and myself were exchanging contact information. I still have the sheet of paper with said info on it, but fluid saturation, poor handwriting, and the language barrier have made it virtually undecipherable.
Ah. God bless this patient soul for whom we gave so many reasons to 86 us.
Truth be told, I think they rather enjoyed our company and indulged most of our silly requests for photos.
Rock meets Peace
This was the first sign of a devilish grin that would surface time and time again throughout the evening.
And this is where things really began to go south for our hero...
To be continued...