After a day of being secretly famous I am eating Cup O Noodles in bed, with mrguy's used chopsticks, and am completely happy. Maybe I should have thrown down for a meal in another eating establishment in the hotel (the storm petrel nest soup with crab seemed a bargain at $36.00 for a cup), but I kind of love the dissonance of starting the morning with a face full of cameras and ending it eating chez vending machine. I have suggested to mrguy that tomorrow perhaps we should eat at AM PM.
If only I could find *one* english speaker in this country who likes sumo...
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