Had fun blowing things up, and watching people almost getting blown up, like 4 times. Glad I wasnt near that when it happened.

I had my sketch pad with me, and as I was starting one, I had a crowd of people looking at me draw (the things drunks do to entertain themselves). I got a lot of compliments, educated some "mundanes" on a small part of the Japanese culture we love so much, and felt a little better about my artwork's progress.

My brother brought his acoustic bass, and our friend Rob showed up with his guitar, so they played music, I sang, and got a lot of compliments on that as well. So Im a little more confident about the band as well.

We ended the night early (10:30 or so) because the mosquitoes were god awful. Came home, went to bed, and that was that.

Happy Birthday America, I had a blast. . .

*brik'd*