Brian Schick

I was saving my next post to tell you that I got the job. But no, I didn't get the job. I was quite upset about it after speaking to the guy. His reasons? For the Narrator job, the part read for someone with a more east coast American accent. He said my accent was too clear so he gave the job to an actual American dude. Fair enough. As for the teaching job, he opted for a female at the request of one of his current clients. Fair enough. However, dude did say that I made the biggest impression on him and he remembered my interview the most. I'm basically in line for the next opening he has, but this timing is just a kick in the balls for me.

So I'm back to square one which in reality isn't too far from where I was before.

If I did get the job, I was going to drink my face off to celebrate. If I didn't get it, I was going to drink my face off to grieve. So what a coincidence that my childhood friend Brian Schick was in town and wanted to go out. He was in Tokyo for a couple of days with his friends from med school.

We started things off at this great looking whiskey bar in Shibuya where we all shared a bottle of Wild Turkey on some of the 'coolest' ice I've ever seen. It was frosted and cut in jagged cubes, but with rough edges like a piece of granite. The bar owner was real cool (moustache) and of course I got a photo with him (all photos will follow in a future post once Brian sends them to me). He asked us if we liked the music he was playing and-honest to god-it was some of the best 70's and 80's stuff I've ever heard. Basically the kind of place and music that Quentin Tarantino would get hard for.

We stumbled out of there and took a cab to Roppongi. Standard drunken craziness ensued. Not really going to go into detail about it now, but I caught the 6:21am train back home. I thought I was going to ralph but lucky me I didn't!