Yesterday was Ish's 40th birthday. I met up with them at the BYOB pool place with a bottle of Ardbeg and some Anchor Steams. Two hours later we were off to Tucano's for an all-you-can-eat, all-you-can-drink, Brazilian meat fest. Two hours after that we were on our way to a bar in Roppongi, at which we met Baruto. I was obscenely effusive, as is my wont, telling him that we're all sure that he'll be the next Yokozuna and that we expect him to be a great one with a long reign.
Some time after that I remember being on a dance floor flailing around and falling often. A sotted cab ride home and I'm none the worse for wear.