happy hour, happy days

walking down a wet senta-gai in shibuya with pai, mel and a couple of their mates was a little surreal... our aussie accents so distinctive among the japanese chatter, yet to me it was music to the ears. all of us have lived in tokyo in the past but never at the same time... so it was about time we shared our tokyo moments together after all these years. its as comfortable as i have felt in tokyo, or maybe i just didnt care where we were as long as i was surrounded by friends, even if our mojito's came with clovers. cheap drinks, good food and good old fashioned banter... what more could you ask for.