Hell Udon and Rock 'n Roll*

I ventured to an Izakaya called "Warawara" which translates to "Laugh Laugh." And there I had the best dish I've had so far in Japan. The crudely translated menu read "hot and heavy noodle" in English. The Kanji literally read: "Spicy Udon from Hell." It was so incredible; I can't wait to go back and actually take a picture of it. Though I'm likely to return more than once.

Ana and I were invited by Yuka to go play some music in a studio. I bought some drum sticks and guitar picks, jotted down some quick drumming cues on the Japanese sheet music while listening to the track, and then we rocked out for the morning. Yuka is a local teacher who, for my first meal in Japan, cooked up a glorious "roll your own sushi" feast several weeks ago. Needless to say, she's pretty awesome.

Pennyfarthing for your thoughts?

Just chillin' in my garden.

This is a epic pen-nib (calligraphy style) that I picked up at a little art store. It's a hand!

*because it's the best blog title, yet.