In true GIVE YOUR MEAT fashion, I stuffed meself silly at Roberto's BBQ. Seems not only did his lovely wife Debbie go on a mad Costco run, but via some inside connection they managed to purchase steaks on the US Army base. So the grill was choking with mega-pound, 2-inch thick steaks, we all ate like pigs, and washed it all down with brownies, toffee caramel bars, and icecream. It's good to be American sometimes.
Yesterday in the stunning 30C heat Kevin and I wandered Shimokitazawa for a couple hours checking out the freakshow. Finally made our way back to my place, where Hiroko's mom was waiting with Kevin and Zareen's summer yukata that grandma hand-stiched for them. Very cool. Don't think Kevin and Z will be around for the Azabu-jyuban Summer Festival this year, but maybe I'll rent out Lucky for a couple hours for my birthday, traditional wear if available.

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