small Friday night with Jazz

so, finally here I came. after work, alone.

"いーぐる", a small classic Jazz place in Yotsuya.

an old man with glasses, on the little corner, 

that must be his special seat on Friday night.

doing nothing, even without a book or cellphone, 

sipping a coffee and gives himself to the sound of jazzy trumpet.

noise + coffee = strange comfort.

went to Akihabara Goodman to see Triple Fire.
it was sunday night, so we had a cup of coffee instead of beer.
distorted sound of noise were being discharged
through the thick door of the live house,
and melted together with caffein.

yes, bagels.

   second time to bake bread in my life. pretty nice.

"Rumble", enclosure of 1960s in Shinjuku basement.

home made rask with honey butter.

     easy and yummmm

so crazy, so weird

so many TV reporters...

aw huge robster!

and so is the wedding cake..

just like a scene from Disney world, 

...on the way home, we were exhausted.