Me? I came to gawk at the diaper thongs and man boobies.
Correction: teenage boy boobies. This was a national high school sumo tournament that takes place in Kanazawa every year.
Having become completely accustomed to Japan's delicate man waifs, with their Pocky-like legs and Mary Kate Olson sized waists, I was taken aback by the size of these burgeoning athletes.
How do the pro-wrestlers manage to get so plump and pudgy in the land of the slim and skinny?
The regimen of no breakfast and a large lunch followed by beer and sleep helps rikishi put on weight so as to compete more effectively.
-Wikipedia
Speaking of food, the muddy pathway leading to the sumo ring was lined with colorful tents pumping out yummy smells and selling greasy foods-on-sticks. After several soggy hours of sumo watching, consuming a freakishly long and crooked hot dog seemed like the absolute right thing to do. As did following it up with beer and a nap.
(If you actually want to learn more about sumo, check out this link. It's actually really interesting and much better than me paraphrasing Wikipedia and pretending I am some kind of expert.)
seriously?
ReplyDeleteno one's gonna comment on that wiener?
LOOK AT THAT FREAKIN FREAKISH WIENER!!!
rachel, i stalk you often through your blog! miss you tons, and i'm always soooo thrilled to read about your japanese adventures! ok about the food you eat, but we all know what's important -
things that go in your mouth!
like that WIENER!!! wow
keep writing, i love your blog! it's so great to pretend to talk to you, and your scrumptious, lovingly written entries give me something to fantasize about as i scarf down cold mashed potatoes at my computer
... like that wiener ;)
Thank you, JOY! Finally a *real* friend. Someone to step up to the plate and comment on the amazing giant wiener that you were so proud to buy and tote around and point at people and make stupid sexual jokes with and finally (but very slowly and methodically) eat, one wienery bite at a time. Thank you, Joy! It's nice to know a bitch had my back, when no one else did.
ReplyDeleteI miss you too! Keep living in that Market apartment so I can keep my long-ago-made promise to come see it (and have you make me dinner in it) when I get back! I'll bring dessert. I got a good one.