Recently my arm has been feeling a lot better. Although I cannot drive yet, I do have the insatiable urge to get out and do anything, just to have some fun. Being homebound for almost four months can have that effect on a person. As a result, and because the last time was so much fun, I organised another session of Sushisha Madness. What prevailed has affectionately become known as, “Raughing out Roud: Lound 2”!
The all too familiar venue was none other than ‘Sushisha’, the Eastrand’s one and only Sushi and Shisha bar, located next to Jimmy’s Killer Prawns in the Key Largo Centre in Boksburg. Shisha, for those not in the know, is basically, what we in South Africa would colloquially call, ‘Hubbly Bubbly’ (also known as Hookah). Humorously, we never even had any ‘hubbly’ but we did devour the delectable Sushi that was on offer!
As it so happens, every Wednesday and Thursday Sushisha have a special where, for only R99, you may “eat as much sushi as you can”, just as long as it if from the conveyer belt. What with the recession and all, this is a great deal. A deal so good that, even when full, we could not help but abuse our already distended stomachs.
Talking about money, I am actually thinking of writing a blog post about ‘Recession Antidotes’. Basically a how to guide of going out and having a great time for less than one hundred bucks. In fact, over the last several weeks, I have gone to a few places and had amazing times for, remarkably, less than that. True story.
What was supposed to be an evening between close friends, eventually turned into an orgy of familiar strangers. You know how it goes. One friend requests the invitation of another, who just to happens to invite another two people, and so on and so forth. So from a manageable group of eight, we ended up with a distinctive gathering of 18, plus a birthday girl. Needless to say, the evening actually worked out incredibly well. It was great to meet new people, rekindle old acquaintances and, of course, spend time with good friends.
Personally, I do not think that Sushisha was prepared for us all, considering how we filled a majority of the venue. I kid you not when I say that we were actually making the Asian sushi chefs sweat like Chinese factory workers. The moment a new dish was created, we vacuumed it off of the conveyer belt. Much to the detriment of a few other customers who were left patiently waiting for our ravenous hunger to subside. In hind sight, I am quite sure that the ‘maître d’ regretted seating us so fantastically close to the mouth of the conveyer belt. Even so, the manager kept on sending over ‘shooters’ to our table. Perhaps in an effort to draw our attention away from the tiring sushi chefs. I have got to say, it was a clever move. Not only did it make us all even ‘happier’, but it spurred on the ordering of even more salacious beverages. Which lead to the formation of entirely unforgettable memories and moments. “Ra ha ha”!
Ultimately, a great time was had by all with many new memories to boot. Check out the photographic album for all the ‘Engrish’ influenced moments.
Until the next time “Milieunairs”!
The word given to describe large fatty male pectorals, which resemble female breasts. Thus: Man + Boob = Moob.
Do you have moobs? Are your moobs saggy? Do you feel like your moobs are keeping you down?
If you answered yes to any of the above questions then you are in luck! The Japanese company Wishroom has heard your lethargic call and has developed a solution:
Brassiers for men!
That is correct gents! Wishroom has created bras for men. The strangest part? The bras are selling out faster than Brangelina can adopt children.
Unsure of its reception, at first they only produced 160 bras at the start. These sold out immediately, prompting the company to order 5 000 more.
Wishroom president Masayuki Tsuchiya says demand from customers prompted the company to create the male bra.
Wishroom’s bras are available in a choice of white, pink and black and retail for around £20 [about R260]. They are all A cup size with chest size ranging from 32ins to 38ins.
According to Mr Tsuchiya, office workers in their 30s and 40s are Wishroom’s main clients.
Another, more surprising, market has proven to be in their 50s and 60s who, it turns out, also partial to the calming effects of a bra.
“They were the generation we had been told were manly – they led Japan in the post-war period,” explains Tsuchiya, speculating they may now be reacting against this stereotype (ananova.com).
Okay, how is a bra supposed to relieve stress? The damn things are near impossible to take off, especially in the heat of the moment. Unlike shirts, bras cannot simply be ripped off. If anything, bras are a cause of stress for men, especially during foreplay.
Apart from taking bra’s off, have you seen how much of a mission they are to put on? Why on earth would a non cross dressing inclined man want to wear a bra? Not wearing a bra, or any underwear for that matter, is one of the perks of being a man, right up there with getting away with bed hair and being able to urinate while standing upright.
I have always known that the Japanese are somewhat more eccentric than most, mainly because they appear to have an incomplete understanding of Western culture. Anyone remember the English swear words on shirts a few years back? [Check out www.engrish.com for more Asian eccentricities]
However, there is usually always some kind of method to the Japanese madness ingenuity. Take the boob shaped milk bottle dispensers, for example…
Until the next time “Milieunairs”!
Last night I laughed. I laughed hard and true. It was the first time, since learning about Mark’s death and subsequently the deaths of Deon and Rensche, that I have been able to laugh like I did. It felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my subconscious. I was able to breathe again, to purge the stale tainted air from my lungs and psyche. I felt reborn. I felt like myself again.
Yesterday I had arranged to meet with my friend Dale. We were most likely just going to go out for dinner and catch up. However, another friend of mine called, Bernard, and informed me that he was up from Cape Town and would like to visit. As a result, I decided to throw together a quick ‘Get Together’ with various family and friends. Following with my ‘Year of the New’, I am always ready and willing to have a good time!
For the venue I decided we would all meet at ‘Sushisha’, a Sushi and Shisha bar next to Jimmy’s Killer Prawns in the Key Largo Centre in Boksburg. Consequently, I have been wanting to try out Sushisha for some time and figured that this would be the perfect opportunity. Shisha, for those not in the know, is basically, what we in South Africa would colloquially call, ‘Hubbly Bubbly’ (also known as Hookah). Humorously, we never even had any ‘hubbly’ but we did devour the delectable Sushi that was on offer!
The evenings participants consisted of myself, Dale, David, Bernard, Kirsty, Gideon, Allan and my cousin Terence. Kirsty, in this circumstance, was the incredibly lucky token ‘chick’. Heh heh.
Through the course of the evening I was introduced to the concept of ‘RoR’. I am sure that most people reading this entry are familiar with the short hand ‘LoL’ (Laugh out Loud). Well, ‘RoR’ is the ‘Engrish’ equivalent – “Aroh! Doo yoo wan sum fly lice wit dat?”. Heh heh. As you may have guessed, speaking with an oriental accent became the evenings theme and, subsequently, varying amounts of hilarity ensued. Just thinking about that night has my lips curled into a mischievous grin of pure delight. I would elaborate more on what happened ("’Raughing out Roud! Arro flends who likee cone shape rights and saki glabbing dorra katz"! RoR!), but most of what did occur would most likely fall into the category of ‘you had to be there to get it’. In essence it was truly a magnificent evening, one of many more I hope and wish to have in the future and beyond!