Hanging Out...and Over and Out (Part 15)

For all the partying I apparently “missed” in my youth, I made up in a single night at Lex. Finally fell into bed at 6AM, only to wake up at 9AM for a 10AM checkout. Wow I felt terrible. I should know better than this. So much nausea. But I had stuff to do, so stoic Erin emerged, though inside my heart of hearts, I felt like death. Serves me right.


so…much…bright…


Sundays are gloriously quiet down here.

At this point of my life, I’ve never met a hangover I couldn’t cure my throwing food at it. Well, I suppose there is a first time for everything. I sadly gnawed on a sandwich at my local Lawson’s.





Clearly, I had no distinct plan for the day since it is departure day…I always kind of bum around. Probably best I wasn’t too ambitious, as all I could think about was sleeping and nausea. I tried to hydrate, but even Lindsey couldn’t work her magic this morning.



I wandered around Parco, sleepily bought a new clutch, and spent some time slumped in a washroom stall, just to be able to close my eyes for a few minutes. Clearly, this is not my finest hour.

Mayuko and I were meeting for lunch in Meguro, so I went over a bit early and sat in the mall, in front of a shoe store for a whole hour. I watched the salesman angle the shoes several different ways, try to woo ladies into his store, move some shoes around, all with the best demeanour I believe I’ve ever seen from a shoe sales clerk. Or perhaps it just seemed that way because I felt sedated.




Got an physical or emtional problem? Try throwing some tasty bread at it! Magic cure. Well, any day but today.




Mayuko, please don’t kill me for putting this photo of you online. I know you hate every photo I take of you, but I love them all so much. Miss you!


Obvi, it’s Yamapi. Is that guy still around?



I left for the airport probably earlier than I needed to, but the sooner I get there, the sooner I can check these dang suitcases. It’s been a long journey.


Tokyo Sky Treeeeeee!





Oh dear. The stark beauty of this place is so dear to me.



I’ve managed to finally find some good departure food at Narita. With a nice view.






Le sigh.

Well, that’s that. Signing off from my epic Asian adventure, 2012. Life is about to get interesting back in Canada, and it’s time to face the music.