The Honey

Having gone to Do!Do!Do! for dinner and some relaxation last night after a full day of work and a Japanese lesson, I was pleasantly surprised when who should come walking in but Tim and his brother-in-law! Moving over to their table from my comfortable chair at the bar, we ventured into discussions about diminishing and disintegrating brain power, Monbusho and the Japanese school system and its inherently flawed system of teaching English, music, insects, nuclear destruction, the presence of souls in various living things, New Jersey versus New York, and the various puzzle books Tim had just purchased. All this eventually devolved into a game of table honey hockey, wherein Tim sent the honey flying past me a couple times, to land at the foot of the table across from us. The two girls at the table didn't even turn their heads as I walked over to retrieve it from their area, nor did they even blink the second time, and again, no reaction at all when we sent Tim's brother-in-law the third time (it had gone off his side of the table that time, figured it was his turn). Osamu, the burly bartender, did notice however, and came over to scold us. Not for the honey hockey, but for our use of the tableware. Relinquishing our teacups and saucers to replace with oshibori, we carried on briefly until we realized it was just too easy to stop the honey by merely throwing the oshibori on top of it. This then gave way to discovering just how strong Tim's eye was. It all started with his holding an onion ring up to his eye and me poking him in the glasses. He then moved on to the honey and popped that in, holding it up with his brow and cheek. The next challenge was the small, empty milk container that had come with his tea. Having acchieved a modicum of success with that, he moved onto the lid from his teapot, and then proceeded to challenge himself by trying to do both eyes at once. All the while, T and I were carrying on laughing, Tim was being Tim, and not a single person around us turned or glanced in our direction to see what the hell we were doing.

And so, what have we learned from all of this?

Tim's right "eye" is stronger than his left.