Hammer

I love my job. There are many reasons why I love my job, and one of those reasons is the man who runs my department: Hammer.


The fun folks at work decided to give Suven a rousing send-off, so after much drinking at Excelsior Cafe, there was much drinking at Zest , and then there was much drinking at 911 in Roppongi.

I left early. Others weren't so lucky.

Evening highlights:

• Hammer about to give his send-off speech -- realizing that all the beer pitchers are empty -- bellowing, as only Hammer can, "Beer!" and having four waiters arrive immediately, each with a full pitcher of beer, as coordinated via wireless headset by the manager watching from the balcony above.


• Hammer calling the name of some guy he recognized, causing said guy to stop crossing the street and swivel-head frantically trying to find who called his name, as Hammer mumbles "Green light...green light..gimme a green light...come on..." and finally laughing triumphantly as we cross the street in the other direction, leaving a swivel-heading thoroughly confused helpless pedestrian in the middle of the street as the light changes against him.


• Hammer (who is not a short man) running full speed down the street in Roppongi, pedestrians parting before him like the Red Sea.