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gamgee was most eager to take me to was Japantown.Japantown is, basically, this huge mall with all sorts of delicious Japanese restaurants and shops. Chris and I had a tasty lunch, then he tried to ease me in without giving me culture shock or offending anyone else. Just before we walked into the stationery store, he pulled me over and ordered me not to squee over any of the adorable kawaii stuff I was about to see. "Squeeing bad?" "Very bad."
The Japanese stationery store was a sight to behold. Anyone who loves words needs a Japanese notebook. The paper is just... buttery. Like a fine wine. I was in raptures. Also, sometimes the notebooks have amusing Engrish on them. I got one that was labeled "Private time for sensuous people." How could I resist?
Then we went to a store where I got cute little chopstick rests and chopsticks with sheep on them. At this point Chris basically said "What was I thinking? By now most people are in culture shock from all the silly little trinkets, but you like the trinkets."
Then Chris took me to the wonderfully sparkly Japanese grocery, which has all sorts of weird and wonderful things, like the Japanese soft drink that has a glass marble rolling around in it and tastes kinda like Sprite. My cultural horizons were broadened, plus I had a tasty drink.
