Liver tastes like a meat flavored dish sponge

My memory has been reshapen over the last 5 days.  It has just been so busy!
Currently learning Japanese has continually promoted episodic depression swings
that like to make me feel as important one of those minty fresh urinal cakes.

Last week started with, a concert.  A great concert if i may add.  Whiskey was the brand of choice, but it turned into rum and then shooters filled with tequila and ginger ale.  What was strange about this concert is that it had only one vocalist.  And that tends to be normal except for the fact that this vocalist was the same one for about 6 bands.  What the hell?  how did she practice with all of them...and we agreed she was only needed for the last band in which she performed the best.  Instrumental bands are fine no?

So to perpetuate the story, i was again mistaken for a teenage boy -i shouldn't have shaved.  But we will see who is laughing in 20 years.  when i can pass off for being at least 21 (let's hope)

Day 2:

another concert. friend got wasted.  She tried to kiss a Japanese man. was rejected.  Didn't even know if he was a band member.  One band had really good instrumentals, but the vocalist sung like a creepy orphan girl and i grew uncomfortable, so i went up stairs to have a smoke.  But the music followed me on a big projector screen.  I was terrified.  Friend apparently blacked out when she got home and blamed it on me.  I blame it on Japanese men telling her to drink and downing huge amounts of straight whiskey in response.

Day 3:

Park, booze, cigarettes, friends (optional) = cheap night out!

Day 4:  Local bar.  Friend got yelled at for bringing a coke from outside and not ordering anything, had to stand outside and finish it.  Tried to ask for playing cards but stumbled his words and just ended up saying ありがとう (thank you) and other random gestures  "...el cardo, trumpo" sounded like spanglish with a dash of japanese ontop. Afterward he got yelled at again for throwing darts too hard.  the ultimate 外人 (foreigner)

Day 5:

What the fuck i had a long week, i want to take a break.  Another free concert tonight in Shibuya.  A band called Flip.  Was invited to go out afterward by these older Japanese guys that were die hard fans.  Ordered a water because i did not want to drink 5 nights in a row.  They ended up ordering wine and pouring a glass for me, then another...and another...then i ate a piece of liver which made a part of me die inside.  They kept running out of each wine we were getting so went from red, to white, to a pitcher... Found out across our room was the band that just preformed, drinking and celebrating with friends.  We said hello, and the two guys with us were passed cloud 9.  "Banzai!" they screamed with their arms thrown up in the air.  They kindly paid for the 181,000 yen bill....

Today:

I want to murder everything.