A late Autumn sun dipped beyond the Tokyo skyline. We were at an after-party for a friends wedding in front of the Eiffel-like Tokyo tower. Through broken Janglish we were talking up the crowd and met an idustrial designer Floyd, who's claim to fame is a mug with a diamond ring cup holder. Floyd introduced us to Junro (bottom pic) who wanted to take us out that night in Roppongi, kind of the expat drinking grounds. A night of mayhem instilled and a 5 am return to Nihon-bashi where our hotel lay silent. That one night was lesson number one of the partying magnitude Junro had boiling within. We met up a couple
more times in our waning vacation. We met Chop Chop through Junro. At this point they spoke of coming to our 4th of July party.Never had I thought this to be reality. So in May Junro flew to Hawaii to go to English school for 2 months, than flew to San Francisco to meet up with Chop Chop. They rented a car and then embarked on a 8000 mile trek to the party. They made it
right on time, treacherously crossing with so little English. They suprised me, they stuck to their word and I am damn glad they did.