Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Vince, Donald, Japan.

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I love my brother very much.  We weren't super close as kids (four years apart meant that we were never really in school together), but as grown ups we talk a lot more.  We try to talk at least once a week, usually at 10 or 11 am EST on Saturday or Sunday.  I credit this all to Donald who, a few years ago,  decided that he was going to call every week and followed through.

Donald, single cool dude, lives in the Mission in SF and does all the hipster things.  Nice fancy dry-clean-only clothes, trips to Napa, cool bikes, knows all the places to eat in SF, waits in line for Apple products (I can't believe he still does this.)  And he has lots of friends that he travels with, all hipster-y people with standards!  Standards!

So it makes me so happy to think of Donald and Vince as travelling companions because Vince can be a lot of fun and doesn't really have any standards.  I mean, of course, Vince knows all the hipster things, but he's bringing Donald down to his goofy teenage shenanigans.  Like wearing an Asian rice hat in the Kyoto train station or randomly throwing pottery in kimonos..?

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They've been playing Pokemon go in zen gardens across Japan.

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Last night, they went to dinner in a restaurant filled with Japanese businessmen all smoking cigarettes.  There was no English menu, so they ordered randomly and ate all the delicious things.

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