but... but... i'm like totally japanese!
i was at sushi-ya last night, actually run by japanese people, had offered a few pleasantries in the language, totally had the j-vibe going... and in the middle of dinner, the waitress brings me a knife and fork. no, i didn't ask for them, and no, i wasn't the only white person there. i was so shocked; have my chopsticks skills really gone that awry?
i did manage to chotto redeem myself as we were leaving the restaurant and i gave a hearty gochisoosamadeshita! (thanks for the feast!) and every japanese head in the place sprang up with surprise, and all of a sudden the place erupted in all sorts of cheerfully loud japanese greetings. that probably would have been a good time to ask what was up with the cutlery...
current mood: sheesh, how embarrassing