Exhaustion is really kicking my ass and making it harder to get out of bed.
Today’s reading indicates an undercurrent of moving on, of all the struggles being done which… I sure hope so…
I had plans at 5PM or so to meet up with a friend, so I walked around for a bit playing Pokemon Go and Dragon Quest Walk to unrust myself. I managed to level the last Gadabout character so I can forget about that hell class forever. I didn’t even use it to jump straight into Sage though, I’m leveling everything because every basic class that reaches 50 gives you a permanent boost and permanent exp bonus so might as well.
I should replay the OG DQ trilogy, it’s been a while and it did release on Switch…
Anyway, I made it to Akiba slightly early and I looked for something to eat and then met up with the friend in question… first thing we ask each other is when was the last time we met and we decided to not think about it to avoid psychic damage.
We went to Sekirei, a Traditional bar in Akiba that I always joke is “at the edge of the map” since it’s in the block after which all the nerdy buildings stop suddenly.
They were having a Hawaiian festival thing and our first drink was a Mai-Tai. It was STRONG, the sort of drink that you gotta nurse bit by bit but it had the sweetness to balance it out.
Not surprisingly, some people from TGS showed up… surprisingly, however, some of the people were Mexican gamedevs and VA-11 Hall-A fans, and it was really fun to speak out loud in Spanish with someone else that wasn’t my family for a change.
My friend pointed out that it was the first time he’s heard me speak Spanish that long (which to be fair, aside from maybe the odd word here and there it is true I don’t really speak Spanish that often) and also commented that I sure speak FAST in Spanish which… okay so funny story…
That’s basically a cultural thing, one that you only really notice when you put any average Venezuelan side by side with literally any other Spanish-speaker from elsewhere.
I believe it was Reiq (a Venezuelan-born illustrator) that best described it once by saying that we Venezuelans are raised with the idea that speaking slow is a sign that you’re dumb so everyone just naturally gets raised speaking super fast.
The funny thing is that English is so natural to me by now that I COULD speak faster and the fact that I don’t means it’s not a deliberate action.
It was a fun night on the whole! We all left feeling refreshed… if tipsy from the alcohol.
My only regret? Sekirei’s signature smoked bacon wasn’t available that night.