Weddingbee Blog

So today begins a big countdown. We are moving back to America in 30 days! It’s all very exciting, nerve-wracking, worrying, tantalizing, happy, sad, etc. We are totally excited to move to America (well, at least I am—I hope Mr. G is!) but very sad to be leaving the place we’ve called home for the past three years. We grew to be very comfortable here; this is where we make our living, where we set up our first place together…it’ll be sad to leave and exciting to go. Of course, we’re also very nervous about finding new jobs in America. A lot of my friends have had a hard time finding jobs after being let go or graduating from grad school—a lot of my very capable and hard-working friends! So it is rather worrying.

Enough about that, though. Since we’ve only got 30 days left, we are going to be doing some really kick-ass things. All the things we’ve been wanting to do in Tokyo. I mean, sounds kick ass, right? I’m going to chronicle those things here! I promise to keep up with the original reason I started blogging: to showcase my ex-pat adventures.

Mr. G and I have date nights once a month. This usually involves dinner and drinks—sometimes many, many drinks! Last night’s date night was deep-fried things—deep-fried things on sticks! All you can eat, to boot! I’ve always wanted to try kushiage, which is deep-frying skewered chicken at your table. We took it one step further and found a place where you can deep-fry tons of things on sticks. I’m talking cheese, bread, mushrooms, various types of meat, potatoes, vegetables…it was a buffet, and it was delicious. Enough talking—here are some pictures!

We were pretty bad at deep-frying and knowing when things were done. The process went: dip stuff in milky, creamy-looking substance, cover it in panko (Japanese bread crumbs), throw it in the mini-deep-fryer at the table. We over-fried, under-fried, backward-fried a lot of them.

Not ONLY was this an all-you-can-eat deal, but we threw in the all-you-can-drink deal for $10 more. We ate so many fried things and I drank so many drinks, I was starting to feel sick. The waitress came by to tell us our time had expired after 90 minutes, and I still had more than half my beer left, so I CHUGGED the thing and then RAN to the bathroom in an emergency to…well…throw everything up.

So our romantic, fry-everything-on-a-stick date ended on a not-so-romantic note. Drinking and eating until I explode like a guppy is just one hazard of dating me; Mr. G likes to say I’m the one that’s caused his prematurely graying hair.

Do you and your SO go on date nights?