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December 13th was delightedly free of cultural faux pas, and I had a very enjoy time (as Erin put it) with my two BFFs Eda and Erin. This time was special, though, as the two of them decided that it was about time to pop my purikura cherry, so to speak. 😉
Purikura, for those that aren’t acquainted with possibly the best invention in the entire world, are sticker-photo booths. To make them, you find a purikura booth, which are usually found in a special section of a game arcade, or in their own little purikura-arcades. You can fit anywhere from 1-15 people in them, although I wouldn’t recommend more than 4 unless you want to get really cozy. You use the touch screen inside of the booth to select from multiple backgrounds and borders, and then pose for photo after photo, all taken with virtually no time to prepare.
After that, you move on to a video screen outside of the photo booth (so that another group can go in), and laugh at all of the stupid poses and expressions. You choose a few designs to keep, and can scribble on them, add stickers, change hair color, and all sorts of things. The latest models even enlarge your eyes for you, so that the person with the tiniest eyes in the world can come out looking like a victorian doll. Oh, it also usually brightens your skin tone, probably because light skin is super-prized in Japan. Pasty? You probably qualify as a supermodel. 😉
So, uh.. the purikura booth that we went into had this, um.. thing hanging down from the ceiling. I don’t know what it was actually supposed to be. Purikura is *supposed* to be innocent, harmless fun (although it’s often not). But the point is that it’s supposed to be. So I am guessing that this, despite what it looks like, is *not* supposed to be male genitalia. It is probably supposed to be a pink, fleshy palm tree trunk.. or something.
I’m ending today’s post here because tomorrow’s deserves one of its own. Tomorrow is another serious wtf moment. So, so much blood. There was so, so much blood. It’s a wonder that I didn’t hop on a plane back to the US.
Oh, and my first time eating natto. It’s not related to the blood. Not directly, anyway!
See you tomorrow, I hope! ;D