|Here are some photos
taken during my last post-pilgrimage drinking spree, the night before
(and the morning that) I left Japan and returned to America. Not
recorded are many other events of that night, such as how I ended up
sleeping (chastley, fully-clothed) with one of the women pictured--and
the least likely one at that!
This page was originally meant only for
the eyes of the TPC. As time marches on, I feel more comfortable
with sharing our escapades with the world at large. But no names,
The Tequila Philosophers were (and
occasionally still are) just what the name implies: philosophical types
(read "B.S.ers") who met to do shooters. The membership
was fluid, but a few of us were the core. And those on this page
are what you might call the die-hards, including founding members and
As this is the ONLY page dedicated to
the history of the T.P.C., I suggest a moment of silence.
There. Now, it's rumored that the
TPC will be riding again, in a new and revised form, at a
soon-to-be-established jazz club in Shenzhen, China. And who
knows? That may spur the revival of the Club in its native
land--at a certain Canadian joint in Shibuya?
Never hand your camera
to a Canuck. Nice try, Mate.
(This was an attempt by a certain
someone to take pictures up the girls' dresses. Later on many of
us found ourselves seeing the underside of the table as well, but for
different reasons. )
|An odd ending to the
Aki Meguri, a holy pilgrimage, you may say?
Love, friendship, mutual support,
camaraderie, fun together...these are essential to the pilgrimage,
too. Without the people in these pictures, and a few others like
them, I would never have been able to take my first step...