This weekend I had the pleasure of attending a fantastic party with a decidedly international flavor, thrown by none other than world-renowned dance guru Sir Daniel Norton, creator of “ghetto fishin,” a new hip-hop dance making waves at underground clubs from Tokyo to Montreal (pictured below). DJ Daniel

Dan, being the maverick that he is, pulled out all the stops for this distinguished affair, flying in his elitist friends from South Africa, Canada, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Germany, America, Indonesia, Thailand, and New Zealand. Jamie Szuba, formerly the Duke of Wellington, as well as Richard Godwin VI, current castellan of Castle Kagami, were rumored to make an appearance, but alas, due to complications with their ever-so-busy schedules, were unable to attend. Needless to say, we were all a bit crestfallen at the news, but once the food and drink began to flow, we forgot all about those stuffy Brits!

Any simpleton knows that, in addition to pulsating music and an readily available supply of cheap European drugs, any party worth its salt must also have great food. In this Dan did not disappoint. Yet, instead of going the usual route and charging his fleet of chefs with whipping up a 25-course meal, he thought it would be fun if his guests played at being commoners, and had each of them bring a self-prepared dish. Although initially dismayed at the thought of engaging in physical labor like one of the common born, Dan eventually won them over with his charm and wit. The result was nothing short of breathtaking; Dan’s guests had truly outdone themselves. Arrayed upon the dinner table was a panoply of the finest in international cuisine: fresh clams drenched in a mysterious yet tantalizing Chinese sauce; crispy Vietnamese noodles; buffalo wings made of buffalo so succulent it’s no wonder they’re nearly extinct; German potato salad replete with juicy pickles, sauteed bacon bits and parsley; authentic Japanese yakisoba; and for dessert, creamy mountains of French Vanilla ice cream drenched in maple syrup purportedly from Dan’s private maple farm. This, my friends, was world-class dining, make no mistake about it.

As the night went on, the wine flowed and conversation ensued. Dan regaled us with tales from his former life as a thespian; it was enthralling to say the least. I can’t count how many times I nearly choked on a mouthful of Bordeaux due one of his witticisms. A riot he was, truly. And yet like all good things, the night eventually came to an end. I retired to one of the guest rooms in the northern wing of his loft, inviting the guest from Germany to stay as well. As for the other guests, after saying their goodbyes to the ghetto-fisher, and thanking him for a most classy affair, they sauntered off into the moonlight and returned to the daily tedium of their noble existence.

The following day began on a rainy note—never a good omen— but I took it in stride. Dan, Divina, and I patronized a fusion Japanese/French bakery on the west side of Yatsushiro before heading to a lunch date at Lien’s place. After a few technical difficulties, we were treated to a sumptuous Vietnamese feast and a showing of Naruto, an animation classic featuring that most noble of Japanese stereotypes— the blond-haired, blue-eyed ninja. That evening we made our way to the northside of Kumamoto to watch Dan engage in a quite barbarous sport known to the locals as “hockey.” I must admit I was quite taken with this “hockey,” a sport I had heretofore assumed (mistakenly, I might add) was only played by wild savages during their mating rituals. In reality it was a rather dignified, gentlemanly test of strength and courage, and required what appeared to be a great deal of stratagem.

This morning, alas, was spent taking a leisurely stroll through the sleepy town of Kagami. For more on Kagami, see my previous post titled “Yokohama.”




Below, in no particular order, are pictures from what will no-doubt go down in history as Asahi Heights’ finest gathering of international nobility. Enjoy!