Fantavista!

Hello again!

Wow, two posts within 4 days, how lucky you are. Well, let's dive in, shall we?

Last night (Sunday Night) was the Towada Fantavision Festival. I'm not sure what part of it was in Fantavision, but it was very fun. When we got there, we did the most important thing, eat some food. Then, we began to enjoy the festival. We ran into Paul and his girlfriend, Maki, there by surprise, so they joined us for awhile.

The first thing we did was sled. They had a small hill set up with lights and snow steps. It was wicked cool! We raced each other, and taught Natalie (a Singaporean who hasn't done much pertaining to cold weather) and Paul (who is afraid of going fast and can't ride a bike- on account of fear, not for lack of trying this year) how to sled. It was so much fun.

Then.

So, there was a small group of American children, probably from the military base. Well, these kids thought they were cool enough to race me. Now, you might not know much about me...well, hopefully you do if you are reading this, but I think it's really fun to make (fun, not anxious or dramatic) mountains out of molehills. So, when I heard this kid say he was THE BEST. I had to turn around and enlighten him on the truth. He claimed he could flip will sledding. I told him I he could flip all he wanted, ain't no way he's getting in front of my sled, I'm winning no problem-o. Tina's mom was there (she's visiting for the week) and she helped the kid out, telling him that I was as fat as an elephant. It didn't matter, I could take all of their trash talk and dish it back. I knew I would win, and no 5 year old, or Tina's mom would tell me otherwise.

So, we got on our sleds. The epic sled race of 2009 was going to begin. Now, my track record wasn't the best, I'd lost to Tina but won against Maki, but I was feeling confident that I could take a 5 year old. So, we climbed on our sleds. Tina jumped on the back of mine because we were going to make it a doubles race...but the kid was sooo cocky that he didn't need another person on the back of his.

"GO!"

Wind was rushing through my hair and face. It was cold, the snow stinging my eyes. I could barely see. Was he in front of me? Was he actually going to take me down? What about my pride? How will I ever look my future children in the eyes?

We made it to the bottom and saw the kid had slid off of his sled. VICTORY WAS MINE.

We got a picture with him, and I'm looking forward to getting it up here. In my victory pose.

And that is how I (we?) beat a 5 year old in a sled race. Maybe I shouldn't be so proud....

Onwards!

After the epic race/battle, we slid into an igloo that was also an ice bar. It was cool. In both senses of the word. I got a ginger-ale since I was driving. After we finished our drinks, we threw the glasses (because they were made of ice!) against the wall of the igloo and went our merry way.

We went our merry way to the banana boat. Which drove us around this cool snow track. It felt like we were on a watertube or something. It was wicked fun!

Then, we had to drive the 2.5 hours back.

Saturday, we actually tried to go to the festival, but they close one of the routes during winter, and when we got to the gate, we instead decided to go to Ogata and eat some Horse as our Valentine's dinner. It was actually pretty awesome, and the place was hoppin'. Who knew, Valentine's dinner at Ogata.

Oh, it's time to get it off work, so I'm going to end here. Have a great day you all.