Well, I knew it was only a matter of time, but sheesh. At about 2 AM, there was an earthquake. I was pretty sure of it, and indeed, I was right: http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5i1Z20jpAV-kZvYhN6UHmmqSS4E7w
I would have been a lot more scared if I hadn't already experienced one or two while in Santa Barbara. But it did freak me out for a little bit.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Soggy maids are not moe
After getting back to my apartment, I chilled out for a while, but eventually headed out again with the purpose of doing some window shopping. I intend to buy a computer case and power supply to build the computer I brought with me, but so far I haven't found any particularly cheap ones, so I decided to head to Akihabara, to ACTUALLY SHOP FOR ELECTRONICS! *Gasp*. Getting there took almost 40 minutes, actually, as it's on the other side of Tokyo. And I stupidly didn't bring my newly purchased umbrella, because it had stopped raining. I need to remember that just because it isn't raining in Shibuya, doesn't mean it isn't raining in Akihabara. Anyway, I shopped around in a bunch of computer stores in Akiba (that's short for Akihabara, for you Japan-chic neophytes), and found they all had the same stuff, and the cheapest case+power supply I could get was about $55, which isn't too bad. I should go up a few notches and get a $100 one, though, maybe. In any case, I can't make a computer without a monitor, and I intended the monitor to be my TV, so I also shopped around for a nice television. Damn they're expensive, though. I could get a 1080p set for $1500 or so, minimum. I'm eyeing the Toshiba regza with the built in HD recorder... But I'm not sure I can or should afford it.
Plus, it seems at least in Yodobashi camera (the biggest electronics store, ever), they have a special deal if you sign up for internet when you buy the TV. So it'll all have to wait until I get into my real apartment. I emailed inquiries to 5 seperate fudoyasans (real estate agents) to look at apartments, so let's hope one of them works out quickly!
Plus, it seems at least in Yodobashi camera (the biggest electronics store, ever), they have a special deal if you sign up for internet when you buy the TV. So it'll all have to wait until I get into my real apartment. I emailed inquiries to 5 seperate fudoyasans (real estate agents) to look at apartments, so let's hope one of them works out quickly!
Rainy day of rain
Today marked a number of firsts. It was the first time I ever saw "Pretty Cure" live when it aired on television. Watching it like that was kind of jarring... like, it was the first time I saw the show as something that actually was on TV and not a computer. It was a good episode though, hehe.
Anyways, after that, I headed out to wander around my new neighborhood and get to know the place. I walked down to Sangenjaya station, which is the nearest "shopping density" to my place, and was somewhat unimpressed. Perhaps it'll look nicer when it wasn't raining. I then took the train from there to Shibuya, (Shibuya on a rainy day)
and went to the Tokyu hands there to unsuccessfully attempt to make myself a jitsuin (see previous post). Then I decided to head over to campus to check out where I think this apartment is I want to get. The map shows it was right next to the train station, and whoa, it wasn't kidding. And so new, there were still guys painting the entrance hall!
I took a picture, primary for my own reference:
Afterwards, I walked all the way back to my place in Mishuku, to test how long of a walk it was. First of all, the quickest path winds through back alleys and side streets and up and down hills and little streams and parks and is quite lovely (despite the rain today). Although it was quite a bit downhill, which doesn't bode well for early morning jaunts to campus. I estimated it would take about 30-45 minutes to walk the distance, and I was exactly right. Guess I'd better find an apartment a bit closer than this one if I want to walk to school.
Taking the train might be less walking, but it's WAY out of the way and would take 30 minutes, too.
P.S. I emailed my advisor asking when I need to show up on Monday. He said, I kid you not, NOON. I'm liking this guy already :).
Anyways, after that, I headed out to wander around my new neighborhood and get to know the place. I walked down to Sangenjaya station, which is the nearest "shopping density" to my place, and was somewhat unimpressed. Perhaps it'll look nicer when it wasn't raining. I then took the train from there to Shibuya, (Shibuya on a rainy day)
and went to the Tokyu hands there to unsuccessfully attempt to make myself a jitsuin (see previous post). Then I decided to head over to campus to check out where I think this apartment is I want to get. The map shows it was right next to the train station, and whoa, it wasn't kidding. And so new, there were still guys painting the entrance hall!
I took a picture, primary for my own reference:
Afterwards, I walked all the way back to my place in Mishuku, to test how long of a walk it was. First of all, the quickest path winds through back alleys and side streets and up and down hills and little streams and parks and is quite lovely (despite the rain today). Although it was quite a bit downhill, which doesn't bode well for early morning jaunts to campus. I estimated it would take about 30-45 minutes to walk the distance, and I was exactly right. Guess I'd better find an apartment a bit closer than this one if I want to walk to school.
Taking the train might be less walking, but it's WAY out of the way and would take 30 minutes, too.
P.S. I emailed my advisor asking when I need to show up on Monday. He said, I kid you not, NOON. I'm liking this guy already :).
A highly recommended restaurant
After the moving, Akio and I figured we should go do something around town. Since I had no plans, I asked Akio what he wanted to do. He was hungry, so he suggested we head to a store where he heard there is a really good restaurant. He said it was called "Ikea", and that it was kind of far away about 30 minutes west of Tokyo. I said something along the line of "Holy shit, there's an Ikea in Tokyo?! I'm saved!" and off we went.
Akio had never been to an Ikea before, so I made sure he followed the arrows so he wouldn't get lost. He was surprised that this "restaurant" his friend (tutoree, actually) recommended was nothing more than a cafeteria-type place in a giant furniture store, but the food was good and cheap so we didn't mind. Ikea is Japan is perhaps even cheaper than in the US. Maybe because a lot of the stuff is made in China? Anyway, I scouted a bunch of furniture that I will totally buy when I get my own apartment. A bed-loft with a desk underneath, and some chairs, or maybe a sofa-bed thing... I'm not sure. All I know is that my furnishing cost just went from ~$2000 to like, ~$600 :). Which means depending on the Rei-kin I end up having to pay, I could afford a bigger TV!
Actually, when it comes to the TV, I think I should be able to sell it when I leave for a decent price, so I shouldn't worry TOO much about that.
After shopping at Ikea and buying a pillow and extension cords, we drove back, and went our separate ways , leaving me my first night in my new apartment.
Akio had never been to an Ikea before, so I made sure he followed the arrows so he wouldn't get lost. He was surprised that this "restaurant" his friend (tutoree, actually) recommended was nothing more than a cafeteria-type place in a giant furniture store, but the food was good and cheap so we didn't mind. Ikea is Japan is perhaps even cheaper than in the US. Maybe because a lot of the stuff is made in China? Anyway, I scouted a bunch of furniture that I will totally buy when I get my own apartment. A bed-loft with a desk underneath, and some chairs, or maybe a sofa-bed thing... I'm not sure. All I know is that my furnishing cost just went from ~$2000 to like, ~$600 :). Which means depending on the Rei-kin I end up having to pay, I could afford a bigger TV!
Actually, when it comes to the TV, I think I should be able to sell it when I leave for a decent price, so I shouldn't worry TOO much about that.
After shopping at Ikea and buying a pillow and extension cords, we drove back, and went our separate ways , leaving me my first night in my new apartment.
Moving part 4...
Yesterday, after a successful morning as previously described, my friend Akio picked me and my heavy luggage up from the hotel to go to my new (albeit, temporary) home, 1-14-20 Mishuku Setagaya-ku, Tokyo, Casa Aregle B205. On the way there, we find part 3 in my ongoing series, how America is destroying Japan:
Finding the apartment (or, for that matter, pretty much anything in this town), was a bit tricky, but with my skillful map work and Akio's knack for driving the skinny backways of Tokyo without fear or hesitation, the apartment was found and the luggage delivered.
I suppose a movie is in order. I've already been here about a day, and it's this messy already!
Finding the apartment (or, for that matter, pretty much anything in this town), was a bit tricky, but with my skillful map work and Akio's knack for driving the skinny backways of Tokyo without fear or hesitation, the apartment was found and the luggage delivered.
I suppose a movie is in order. I've already been here about a day, and it's this messy already!
Stamping out my confidence
In this short post, let me complain about the one thing I've so far managed to repeatedly fail at. In Japan, you need a stamp to sign things called an "inkan". However, you need a SPECIAL kind of stamp which you register at the municipal office called a "jitsuin" to sign really important things like insurance documents, car licenses, and importantly for me, rental leases. So I went to a Tokyu Hands store in Takashima times square on day 2 and got myself an Inkan. I could only fit two characters on it, so I just put "sa-mu". But, I realized afterwards that I couldn't register that inkan as a jitsuin because the jitsuin must have exactly the name shown on the alien registration certificate, which was "pi-na-n-su-ki sa-myu-e-ru". It wasn't really a waste, though, since I can use that inkan to sign for normal things (like packages).
However, when I went BACK to the Tokyu Hands store today, and asked for them to make a jitsuin with my full name, they said they couldn't do it because there were too many characters to fit on the stamp (even the big ones). I'm not sure what to do now, so I'll ask my advisor tomorrow when I finally go to work for the first day.
I suppose my other continuous failure so far is finding roll-on deoderant. I saw some in a store once, but didn't buy it because I thought I could get it elsewhere (but it seems I was wrong).
However, when I went BACK to the Tokyu Hands store today, and asked for them to make a jitsuin with my full name, they said they couldn't do it because there were too many characters to fit on the stamp (even the big ones). I'm not sure what to do now, so I'll ask my advisor tomorrow when I finally go to work for the first day.
I suppose my other continuous failure so far is finding roll-on deoderant. I saw some in a store once, but didn't buy it because I thought I could get it elsewhere (but it seems I was wrong).
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Perhaps it's because I've spent the majority of my time in Tokyo so far in the middle of Shinjuku, wandering through Shinjuku station or the various malls/tunnels that run underneath it, but Japan seems even more urban ungle than it ever did before. The ubiquity of human presence, the evermoving human sea, the modern efficiency tinged with conformity, all combine to create a really "futuristic" feeling. Like, if the whole world became a city, what would it be like? Like, I expect Samurai Jack to fall from the sky any second. Maybe, had I lived in New York, I would be less impressed. I can say, however, that soon when I have an apartment in a neighborhood to call home, 3 stops away from a center, I will only then be able to let down my guard.
I hope the pillow in the apartment is decent.
I wore my sneakers today because I knew that it was Saturday, and the people look very different on Saturday. There are just as many of them, to be sure, but they dress much more casually on average. I'm surprised that in a land where women are just starting to demand things like maternity leave and equal pay, the freedom women clearly enjoy with reguards to work-fashion is staggering. The men seem, to the man, to wear black pants, a white collared shirt with a dark, solid tie, and black dress shoes. The women, on the other hand, dress in all kinds of various manners, from the pants suit to the short skirt, with heals of all colors and sizes. Perhaps this points more to the mindset of Japanese men than the persectution of them, however.
In the rain, I came across a huge line for some shop. People waiting, umbrellas unfurled, for some yummy treat that was clearly worth waiting in a line that nearly wrapped around the building. Was it some classical Japanese wagashi (sweets)? Perhaps a french cake shop? No. It was part two of my on going series, The destruction of Japan by America:
Yes, that's a Krispy Kreme donut shop.
I hope the pillow in the apartment is decent.
I wore my sneakers today because I knew that it was Saturday, and the people look very different on Saturday. There are just as many of them, to be sure, but they dress much more casually on average. I'm surprised that in a land where women are just starting to demand things like maternity leave and equal pay, the freedom women clearly enjoy with reguards to work-fashion is staggering. The men seem, to the man, to wear black pants, a white collared shirt with a dark, solid tie, and black dress shoes. The women, on the other hand, dress in all kinds of various manners, from the pants suit to the short skirt, with heals of all colors and sizes. Perhaps this points more to the mindset of Japanese men than the persectution of them, however.
In the rain, I came across a huge line for some shop. People waiting, umbrellas unfurled, for some yummy treat that was clearly worth waiting in a line that nearly wrapped around the building. Was it some classical Japanese wagashi (sweets)? Perhaps a french cake shop? No. It was part two of my on going series, The destruction of Japan by America:
Yes, that's a Krispy Kreme donut shop.
Free time day sorta
Well, today has been a much "lazier" day than the previous one. I did manage to get myself an "inkan", or personal stamp made at a Tokyu Hands store in Takashima Times Square, and also find a drug store in Lumine that actually sold headache medication (but not roll-on deodorant, unfortunately). Other than that, I kind of went window shopping a lot. Found a computer store that sold computer cases and power supplies, and wow, are they expensive. Unless you look a bit harder, and you see that indeed, there ARE cheaper ones, just a bit hidden (and crappy looking).
I found an interesting sign: (make sure to listen to audio for translation):
Also shopped in a game store, but didn't buy anything. Although it had best hits PS2 games for only $10! That's like, half of what they charge in the US. It's weird the way that things work here... Some things are WAY more expensive, like pillows (I didn't see one under $50), and other things are way cheaper.
Also watched someone kick ass at Beatmania Gold on an 11 difficulty song. Well, I know there are better players out there, but it's still impressive to see it in person.
I'm still stumbling along in half english, half crappy japanese... Generally the conversation starts with the person asking me if I need help in english, and me replying in english what I need. Then comes the blank stare. At which point I repeat my request in Japanese and everything is fine :). I suppose I should just ask the question in Japanese first, but somehow I think it would be rude to the person trying to communicate in english.
It was raining today, a light, misty rain that got you wet without you realizing it. I don't have an umbrella (it seems I'm the only person in Japan who doesn't) and I didn't purchase one because I don't have any way to carry it with all my luggage around. Once I arrive at my apartment later today (I'm writing this post as I wait for my friend Akio to pick me up in his car), then I'll go to the local conbini (hereafter the way I will refer to the ubiquitous Japanese convinience stores) and pick up one of the $4 umbrellas.
I wanted to play an arcade game, but I realized too late that all I had was 10 yen coins and 2 10,000 yen bills. Doh! (I wonder how I could translate that...)
I found an interesting sign: (make sure to listen to audio for translation):
Also shopped in a game store, but didn't buy anything. Although it had best hits PS2 games for only $10! That's like, half of what they charge in the US. It's weird the way that things work here... Some things are WAY more expensive, like pillows (I didn't see one under $50), and other things are way cheaper.
Also watched someone kick ass at Beatmania Gold on an 11 difficulty song. Well, I know there are better players out there, but it's still impressive to see it in person.
I'm still stumbling along in half english, half crappy japanese... Generally the conversation starts with the person asking me if I need help in english, and me replying in english what I need. Then comes the blank stare. At which point I repeat my request in Japanese and everything is fine :). I suppose I should just ask the question in Japanese first, but somehow I think it would be rude to the person trying to communicate in english.
It was raining today, a light, misty rain that got you wet without you realizing it. I don't have an umbrella (it seems I'm the only person in Japan who doesn't) and I didn't purchase one because I don't have any way to carry it with all my luggage around. Once I arrive at my apartment later today (I'm writing this post as I wait for my friend Akio to pick me up in his car), then I'll go to the local conbini (hereafter the way I will refer to the ubiquitous Japanese convinience stores) and pick up one of the $4 umbrellas.
I wanted to play an arcade game, but I realized too late that all I had was 10 yen coins and 2 10,000 yen bills. Doh! (I wonder how I could translate that...)
Friday, September 28, 2007
A post for Sarah
I took this picture for Sarah:
It's a shop that sells socks. "Kutsushitaya" = sock shop. Just socks.
Well, considering this IS Japan, I suppose they have a higher level of importance for socks, don't they?
It's a shop that sells socks. "Kutsushitaya" = sock shop. Just socks.Well, considering this IS Japan, I suppose they have a higher level of importance for socks, don't they?
A Very productive day 1
I seem to have successfully combated jet-lag, as I woke up on Friday at about 7 AM. With a lovely complimentary breakfast buffet (washoku TO western fare), I set off to do things.
First stop was the offices of Sakura house, the apartment rental agency I have reserved my apartment at (for 1 temporary month, anyway). A 15 minute walk north through Shinjuku, I was happily surprised that I basically remembered everything and the map from when I visited Japan in the winter.
The paperwork finished, and the rent paid and key in hand, I was now the proud tenant of Sangenjaya Casa Aregule B #205. But it was only 10 AM? What to do now?
I went back to the hotel, looked up a bunch of things and decided to go see the new Rebuild of Evangelion movie since I found it was playing at the sunshine theaters in Ikebukuro I bought the ticket online (hehe) for 4:40 PM. Then, I decided to run down to Setagaya's city hall and register myself as an alien. Getting there was not that easy; JR Yamanote line to Shibuya station, then transfer to the subway/tokyu dentsu no ou line to Sangenjaya (the stop nearest my new apartment), transfer AGAIN to a trolley called the "Setagaya line", which was really cute and, I hear, one of the last remaining trolley lines in Tokyo. It's pretty fun when the train needs to stop for traffic crossings.
Then, another 15 minute walk to the municipal building #3, floor 2, and me got me papers in order. The lady at the counter was quite shocked when I said I was researching physics, and complained that physics made her head hurt. Sheesh, that's the same reaction I got while in America anytime I tell anyone what I do. Thankfully, as I figured, there was a photo booth that made passport photos in one of the train stations so I got that done on the way.
By that time, it was already 2 PM, so I headed back to the hotel first to drop off all the paperwork I had aquired (a packet about living in Setagaya-ku, my certificate of alien registration, a map of tokyo I bought at a Tsutaya on the way, etc.)
By the way, Setagaya was a lovely little neighborhood:
Akio had called me on my cell phone earlier, and I arranged with him to get another call later that night.
By the time I made it back to my hotel room, I was pretty tired and I took a break before heading out to the movie.
As usual, I underestimated the time it would take to get to Ikebukuro theater's from the hotel (I only left 30 minutes, and indeed it took 30 minutes). I managed to get to the movie theater only 5 minutes early.
The best part of the movies was when they showed a preview for the Yes! Pretty Cure 5 movie. The theater (filled with otaku, and a few on otaku-ish dates) laughed at it.
First stop was the offices of Sakura house, the apartment rental agency I have reserved my apartment at (for 1 temporary month, anyway). A 15 minute walk north through Shinjuku, I was happily surprised that I basically remembered everything and the map from when I visited Japan in the winter.
The paperwork finished, and the rent paid and key in hand, I was now the proud tenant of Sangenjaya Casa Aregule B #205. But it was only 10 AM? What to do now?
I went back to the hotel, looked up a bunch of things and decided to go see the new Rebuild of Evangelion movie since I found it was playing at the sunshine theaters in Ikebukuro I bought the ticket online (hehe) for 4:40 PM. Then, I decided to run down to Setagaya's city hall and register myself as an alien. Getting there was not that easy; JR Yamanote line to Shibuya station, then transfer to the subway/tokyu dentsu no ou line to Sangenjaya (the stop nearest my new apartment), transfer AGAIN to a trolley called the "Setagaya line", which was really cute and, I hear, one of the last remaining trolley lines in Tokyo. It's pretty fun when the train needs to stop for traffic crossings.
Then, another 15 minute walk to the municipal building #3, floor 2, and me got me papers in order. The lady at the counter was quite shocked when I said I was researching physics, and complained that physics made her head hurt. Sheesh, that's the same reaction I got while in America anytime I tell anyone what I do. Thankfully, as I figured, there was a photo booth that made passport photos in one of the train stations so I got that done on the way.
By that time, it was already 2 PM, so I headed back to the hotel first to drop off all the paperwork I had aquired (a packet about living in Setagaya-ku, my certificate of alien registration, a map of tokyo I bought at a Tsutaya on the way, etc.)
By the way, Setagaya was a lovely little neighborhood:
Akio had called me on my cell phone earlier, and I arranged with him to get another call later that night.
By the time I made it back to my hotel room, I was pretty tired and I took a break before heading out to the movie.
As usual, I underestimated the time it would take to get to Ikebukuro theater's from the hotel (I only left 30 minutes, and indeed it took 30 minutes). I managed to get to the movie theater only 5 minutes early.
The best part of the movies was when they showed a preview for the Yes! Pretty Cure 5 movie. The theater (filled with otaku, and a few on otaku-ish dates) laughed at it.
Moving part 3....
The bus took about 100 minutes to get to Tokyo proper, and stopped at Shinjuku station, then another hotel. Of course, I was the absolute last person to leave, and the only person going to my hotel... Which turned out to be really awesomely swanky!
Free internet (by which I am currently posting this), and a 1080p TV with both BS and CS sattelite channels.
P.S. Mom, the bathroom DID come with a toothbrush and toothpaste, so there!
Free internet (by which I am currently posting this), and a 1080p TV with both BS and CS sattelite channels.
P.S. Mom, the bathroom DID come with a toothbrush and toothpaste, so there!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Bigger Mac
I think I've found the theme for this blog:
How america is destroying Japan.
That, in case you were wondering, was not a big mac. No. It was a MEGA mac. Basically a big mac, except with _4_ meat patties instead of 2.
And it was on sale.... That entire meal was less that $6. $6!! It would have been 7-8 in america.
I know I shouldn't have eaten it, but I was in a hurry and morbidly curious that what was on the poster was an accurate representation of the actual burger. And I think that Japan's small fries are bigger than America's.
How america is destroying Japan.
That, in case you were wondering, was not a big mac. No. It was a MEGA mac. Basically a big mac, except with _4_ meat patties instead of 2.
And it was on sale.... That entire meal was less that $6. $6!! It would have been 7-8 in america.
I know I shouldn't have eaten it, but I was in a hurry and morbidly curious that what was on the poster was an accurate representation of the actual burger. And I think that Japan's small fries are bigger than America's.
The moving... part 2
Once I arrived a Narita, somewhat tired and extraordinarily funky (double meaning NOT intended), I immediately bought a bus ticket going directly to my hotel, however I purposely bought one that left in an hour instead of the one left almost immediately, so I would have some time to eat and, more importantly, check out the temporary cell phone counters.
Previously I had researched about the most efficient short term cellphone rental place, and one of the biggest ones, Softbank, was having a sale where a phone was only 250 yen a day (that's about 2 dollars a day). Anyway, I found the cellphone place in the middle of a centrally located airport mall, and was helped by a very nice lady who spoke perfect english (hence the reason I wanted to do this at the airport, as such service would be more tentative anywhere else), and got signed in about 10 minutes.
FYI, my phone number is 080-3418-2926, if you want to call me :). Country code for Japan is +83
Anyway, once that was through, I just had to wait for the bus. I had only been awake for about, hmm, considering I didn't get much if any sleep the night before I flew out, I'd been awake for about 24 hours at this point:
Previously I had researched about the most efficient short term cellphone rental place, and one of the biggest ones, Softbank, was having a sale where a phone was only 250 yen a day (that's about 2 dollars a day). Anyway, I found the cellphone place in the middle of a centrally located airport mall, and was helped by a very nice lady who spoke perfect english (hence the reason I wanted to do this at the airport, as such service would be more tentative anywhere else), and got signed in about 10 minutes.
FYI, my phone number is 080-3418-2926, if you want to call me :). Country code for Japan is +83
Anyway, once that was through, I just had to wait for the bus. I had only been awake for about, hmm, considering I didn't get much if any sleep the night before I flew out, I'd been awake for about 24 hours at this point:
The moving... part 0
My blog is all out of temporal order... It's like avante guard, man!
Anyway, packing was quite a long and exacting process (double meaning intended).
Using a bathroom scale I measured two giant 29inch spinner suitcases to exactly 70 lbs each (the limit united puts on your two allowed checked bags with only a $25 extra weight fee per bag). But when I got to the airport, on bag was 71 lbs and the other was 68 lbs. I asked the lady if that was okay since it's really the TOTAL weight that matters logically. She replied "Airlines are not logical. Now move 1 lb of stuff from one bag to the other." So I did :).
I also had a rolling carry on and a VERY full backpack.
Anyway, packing was quite a long and exacting process (double meaning intended).
Using a bathroom scale I measured two giant 29inch spinner suitcases to exactly 70 lbs each (the limit united puts on your two allowed checked bags with only a $25 extra weight fee per bag). But when I got to the airport, on bag was 71 lbs and the other was 68 lbs. I asked the lady if that was okay since it's really the TOTAL weight that matters logically. She replied "Airlines are not logical. Now move 1 lb of stuff from one bag to the other." So I did :).
I also had a rolling carry on and a VERY full backpack.
The moving... part 1
Well, on Sept. 26th, I headed out to Japan, via Dulles International Airport.
Such a crappy crappy terminal:
Plane ride = un-noteworthy, although it was nice to be able to see Spiderman 3 and Paprika for free. Too bad that still leaves 12 hours of nothing to do. There was a very cute child behind me who was really demanding to the stewardesses.
[5 minutes before takeoff]
Little Girl: Excuse me, can I have a drink.
Stewardess: You can have one after we take off in a little bit.
Little Girl: I want a drink, I'm thirsty!
Mom: Wait until later.
Girl: [Completely ignoring her mother and talking directly to the stewardess] Get me a drink!
Stewardess: After we take off, I'll get you a drink. [starts to walk away]
Girl: I'm thirsty, give me a drink!
Girl: [when a second stewardess walks by] I want a drink!
etc...
The third person she asked, they got her a glass of water to shut her up :).
A did sleep a decent amount, since I didn't really get any sleep myself.
Such a crappy crappy terminal:
Plane ride = un-noteworthy, although it was nice to be able to see Spiderman 3 and Paprika for free. Too bad that still leaves 12 hours of nothing to do. There was a very cute child behind me who was really demanding to the stewardesses.
[5 minutes before takeoff]
Little Girl: Excuse me, can I have a drink.
Stewardess: You can have one after we take off in a little bit.
Little Girl: I want a drink, I'm thirsty!
Mom: Wait until later.
Girl: [Completely ignoring her mother and talking directly to the stewardess] Get me a drink!
Stewardess: After we take off, I'll get you a drink. [starts to walk away]
Girl: I'm thirsty, give me a drink!
Girl: [when a second stewardess walks by] I want a drink!
etc...
The third person she asked, they got her a glass of water to shut her up :).
A did sleep a decent amount, since I didn't really get any sleep myself.
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