drinking a white peach sake

Well, today was a very nice day indeed. I went with my new friend Travis who is absurdly tall (and therefore a town celebrity of sorts, or at least one who receives the attention of a fireworks display) to a supermarket ironically named "Coop". Unfortunately, it compared not to the only true COOP, which naturally exists in SUNY Binghamton, but we cannot expect any coop, or place named "coop", in existence to compete with its superior standing. I bought some more interesting groceries and am now cooking on a level that i cannot be embarrassed of. I even picked up some black sesame Japanese "tahini" or whatever they call it. Peanut butter is called "Pinatsu Kurimu" here, and comes in tiny containers, and i still cannot find a normal container of ice cream, only small pint-size haagen daz ones for close to 300 yen. Unacceptable. I tried Matt's vegemite the other day and liked it, even though it is thick, pasty and black. After shopping, i had tea at Travis' house and we discussed the matters of the day. It was nice to have an intelligent conversation with someone here. And his green tea was excellent. He cooks most nights and invited me to join him and his wife for dinner in th future. I was much obliged.
I wish this post contained something negative, in order to be consistent with the rest, but i am afraid i will have to disappoint.