So while in Japan, we got back to the hotel late, and my father's girlfriend and I were walking home. So all the happy drunk people were running to catch the last subway train. I was incredibly amused watching people.
A young woman in an evening dress gave some man in a suit, old enough to be her grandpa a kiss on the lips. This other man was lying on the ground, I was tempted to roll him over on his side, so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit, but he kind of stirred and muttered something, so I figured he was ok.
But there was this one man, immaculately clad in a suit, perched on a short pole, you know the kind that they put on sidewalks so that cars don't drive on them, but a really narrow one. And he was just sort of perched there, with his legs up you know? I was so busy laughing at him that we missed the turn we were supposed to take, and ended up getting lost for about 20 minutes. It was worth it though.