Rolling With The Octopus Balls

By Will

This was a much easier day than yesterday. We woke up at like… uh five a.m., and went to the evil train station of central Tokyo. We made our way through the crowd and went to a coffee shop. Helen and I got a doughy thing with (what we thought was) raspberry filling. We took them to the train stop and ate them. It was actually bean paste inside. I liked it but Helen hated it. You should have seen her face when I asked her if she wanted another.

We got on this really big train and set off on the four-hour ride to Karashikii. My mom was so FUSSY about were we sat. She was like:”Oh Will, we’re going too flip the seat over”, “Now Will sit in the middle”, Will we are going flip the seat over AGIAN”. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGG. right?

Mike works in insurance, and I started talking to him about insurance ads and all the great jingles that Geico and State Farm have. He works for Penn Mutual. They’ve don’t have a catchy jingle.

Four hours later we were in Karashiki. We were wandering around when we found a soba place. We had lunch there, It was really good. By then It was four o’clock. We wandered around this pretty canal with lots of shops, then went to the hotel for a break. Then we went  out to dinner at chicken restraunt. BAD IDEA. We got there and ordered little pieces of Octopus. They came out and mom said, “Yum! Octopus balls!” Nobody touched them after that. We had pretty good yakatori. But then our main course came out It was egg and chicken with rice underneath. I suddenly exclaimed, “LOOKS LIKE BARF!” After that we went home.

 But now I have my own set meal: Pancake flabbergast, Octopus balls and barf. 

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