So my brother was in town for the birthday, which involved the usual slate of walking around and looking for clothing and other bric-a-brac and of course the usual slate of weekend kendo, and ominous threats from sensei for those who dont' come for clean-up.

Funnily enough, we were seated last night at Kenka at a table for five, but only me and Rob Chin and my bro from my party and on the other hand an older white man (well, not that old, early- to mid-thirties) with a young semi-cute but not really at all and still wearing braces and barely speaking English. This juxtaposition was droll indeed, and rather pathetic.