Yup, I don’t understand the concept of blogging; I color my world and see the passion through my photography. IN ANY CASE.
I understand some of you devoted a good portion of the day towards squatting a spot at La Jolla Shores to ensure JSA a bonfire pit that evening. I planned on arriving early to join my fellow Japanese squatters, but ultimately ended up having to play with a thousand feet of foil instead. Let us take the time to order a chittering flurry of appreciation upon the seconds spent by those who participated in the charitous act. THANKS.
The festivities consisted of a series of games- the first of which inappropriately titled “Capture the Bacon”. Despite the implicit involvement of food, there was none to be had at any point of the game. Still, a good amount of people had fun, regardless of whether or not they were on the winning side, Team Wang. MAN WHAT A TRYHARD, THAT GUY.
Following the misleadingly named game, an increasingly barbaric game we call suika-wari began, in which the objective of the game is to blind oneself, spin around five times, trust the loudest voice of your teammates you can hear for guidance, and attempt to drive a wooden dowel through the exterior layer of a vulnerable watermelon. Some participants were much more susceptible to the dizzying effects of spinning, while others regained their composure with little effort. The watermelons seemed especially tough, as several solid blows were unable to crush the fruit. Of note, one of the players, Yuta, managed to swing with enough downward force to impressively split the dowel. WAY TO GO, YUTA. NOW WE NEED ANOTHER DOWEL FOR NEXT TIME.
Afterwards, food consumption and bon firing took place as the sun gleamed its last hints of orange. While the main dish, hot dogs, were in the process of being prepared, the traditional tossing of select members of the JSA into the ocean had initiated. Fumihiko Sugie was the first to be hurled in the direction of the motherland, although the attention the spectacle drew was so minimal that upon his return he was greeted with confused faces, unaware of what had taken place. DUDE FUMI, NOBODY KNEW THAT HAPPENED.
Once dinner had been served and marshmallows began mating with chocolate inside of a room of graham crackers, the inevitable target of the night- President Yutaka Ishida, was scooped up and thrown into the pacific with little effort. To the surprise and amusement of many, a small mob organized a coup d’etat against the organizer of the JSA member tossing movement, Jeff Yamamoto, as a sort of parting gift. JEFF YOU HELLA DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING.
The event was an overall success with little to no apparent difficulties. YOU ALL HAD FUN, SEE YOU NEXT TIME.