And then, there was this one time. . .

Where I went to Hokkaido,

for the
Snow Festival,

and it was very, very cold. . .

veeeeeeeeeery cold.

BUT, there was this really nice guy named Miller, who let us stay in his warm, cozy home.

It was quite a large home for a lowly ALT. I was very impressed. He even had a gigantic television that swiveled with the touch of a remote control.




We had a great time.

We thoroughly enjoyed the sculptures.

There was "hi touch",

and "Hard Gay".

I particularly appreciated the children in their poofy snow suits and goggles.

I think the boys appreciated the fact that Hokkaido Ladies don't let a little (and by "little" I mean a ton of) snow stop them from prancing and dancing around in their short skirts and sleeveless shirts.

(Where as I, on the other hand, had to give myself a pep talk before exposing my fingers long enough to snap a few crappy photos.)




We all enjoyed the Chocolate Factory

Where there was this clown,

whom, for reasons that still evade me,



dropped his pants.



We pondered deep questions,

and learned a lesson or two.

I heart Hokkaido.