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TALES FROM THE ENKAI<\/span>

JET Alums Share Their Party Stories from Days of JET<\/span><\/div>\n

(Spring 2008 Issue)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

No enkai<\/em> was quite as exciting as my first, a festive post-Sports Day celebration that became synonymous with a total breakdown of conventional Japanese values.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like most enkai<\/span>s, three of the male teachers were half-naked, making a human pyramid as we stood in a circle and chanted.\u00a0 As these inebriated acrobatics were unfolding, out of the corner of my eye I witnessed the gym teacher (a female) launch a full-on assault at the Japanese teacher (another female). There was the meeting of fist and face, the falling of one teacher and a swarm of others who swooped in and quickly escorted the victim out.<\/p>\n

It all happened in the blink of an eye; the other teachers went on with their chanting and pyamids,\u00a0 leaving the poor foreigner wondering what the bloody hell had just happened. The chanting ends and the kyoto-sensei gives a closing speech with the gym teacher crying and howling like a dying whale, her face buried into our kyoto-sensei\u2019s back.<\/p>\n

It took a solid day of poking and prodding to get my JTE to explain what happened the previous Friday. It turns out the two teachers had some disagreements about how children should be educated, and the feud spilled over into the enkai<\/span>. We all went about our business working like all was sunny and gay.\u00a0 What happens at the enkai<\/span> really does stay at the enkai<\/span>.<\/p>\n

Adam Lisbon, Kobe-shi 2004-07<\/span><\/p>\n

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I remember my first enkai very well because I was sweating profusely.\u00a0 Couldn\u2019t stop, really \u2013 a combination of nervousness like never before and the Amazon-esque heat and humidity of Nagasaki in August.\u00a0 I learned the word doki-doki<\/span> and mushiatsui<\/span> and repeated it again and again trying to explain why it looked like I had just showered in between the appetizers and main course.\u00a0 But the beer tasted great and I was hooked on enkai<\/span>s ever since, even when I no longer got the gaijin<\/span> discount, and I never missed one in two years!<\/p>\n

Scott Hiniker, Nagasaki-ken 1996\u201398<\/span><\/p>\n

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We had an elderly magician come and start doing really cheesy magic tricks. When he put on the flapper dress, high heels, fishnets and makeup, the magic suddenly became a whole lot more entertaining.<\/p>\n

Another time four male teachers entered the room naked from the waist up and clad only in loincloths and sumo blankets fashioned from porno posters from the 1940s.\u00a0 They got on stage and, sumo style, shouted the achievements their homeroom classes had attained during the past semester.<\/p>\n

Dawn Mostow, Gifu-ken 2003-06<\/span><\/p>\n

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I once walked into the wrong enkai<\/span> room at a huge bonnenkai<\/span> hotel.\u00a0 I wound up hanging out for about an hour, drinking their beer and singing karaoke, because I noticed that the girls were cuter at the \u201cwrong\u201d enkai<\/span>.\u00a0 Nobody seemed to mind me, but apparently my school got worried that I was lost until a couple of teachers heard my trademark enka<\/span> song coming from the other room.<\/p>\n

Matt Jungblutt, Saitama-ken 1988-91<\/span><\/p>\n

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At one enkai<\/span> with people from the office the discussion of breast size came up and one of the women at the table, who was well-endowed, talked with no apparent embarrasment about which of the women in the office had the biggest breasts.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know if it was just Japanese being relaxed or of not making waves and disturbing the wa even in the face of sexual harrasment.\u00a0 The women in question all looked good, apart from their breast size.<\/p>\n

After the bonnenkai<\/span>, a few of us went to a local cabaret with karaoke and hostesses.\u00a0 I think the women from our section came along, though what they made of it I don\u2019t know.\u00a0 The videos for the karaoke were soft-core pornographic (showing just one actress, no one else).<\/p>\n

I took a bunch of pictures at the nijikai<\/span> (I was known as the \u201ccameraman\u201d by the locals because I took my camera everwhere).\u00a0 When I got the pictures from that night developed, I gave one to a co-worker that showed him dancing with the hostess.\u00a0 He was smiling, and the way she was dancing, any guy would have smiled. He put the picture in his coat pocket but neglected to remove it.\u00a0 His wife found it when doing laundry.\u00a0 Let\u2019s just say it would have been better for him if I had left my camera home that night.<\/p>\n

Mike Harper, CIR, Kagoshima-ken 1990-93<\/span><\/p>\n

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At my first enkai<\/span> there was a karaoke machine, and I had yet to learn of the shamelessness with which the Japanese publicly indulge in this national pastime.\u00a0 I soon found myself on stage singing along with a co-worker to a Carpenters song (another weird object of obsession in Japan). I know this may be hard to believe, but before I got to Japan I had never heard of the Carpenters.\u00a0 So needless to say I didn\u2019t actually know the words to the song\u00a0 and ended up mumbling and humming along senselessly to the music. The teachers were fairly aghast that I didn\u2019t know, love, and memorize every lyric written by this oh-so-popular American band. I felt like a hen na gaijin<\/span> that day indeed!<\/p>\n

Megan Miller, Hyogo-ken 2000-02<\/span><\/p>\n

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The most insane enkai<\/span> blowout I remember during my JET years was one of those classic overnight hotel stays.\u00a0 We all checked into a hotel maybe half an hour away from our school and went downstairs for a lovely dinner including — and followed by — lots and lots of drinking.\u00a0 I ended up at the end of a long table next to a crush surrounded by tokkuri<\/span> (sake flasks) that had been turned on their side to show that they were empty.<\/p>\n

From there we jumped in a cab to karaoke.\u00a0 He was already in the cab when I got in and he put his arm around me.\u00a0 I was totally loaded by that point, and so when he said, \u201cYou turn me on,\u201d my brilliant response was to say, \u201cMe too!\u201d<\/p>\n

We arrived at the karaoke place, sang some songs and drank some whiskey, got even more lit.\u00a0 We all took cabs back to the hotel and I ended up ralphing in a wastebasket because I had overdone it.\u00a0\u00a0 I think earlier in the evening I\u2019d even seen our gym teacher peeing on a bed in the designated mah-jong room.\u00a0\u00a0 Don\u2019t know what that was all about.<\/p>\n

Anyhow, needless to say the next morning I was wrecked and cursing the fact of my ever having been born.\u00a0 I went down to breakfast and looked askance at the fish and nattou<\/span> in front of me, wondering how on earth I was going to get any of that into my mouth without hurling.\u00a0 The sight of the raw egg didn\u2019t help either.\u00a0 The crush came wandering in with a bright smile and said, \u201cYou look terrible!\u201d\u00a0 \u201cI feel like death,\u201d I replied.\u00a0 He laughed and sat down with me.\u00a0 I absently played with my food but could not have a real breakfast.<\/p>\n

So what did we do for our next activity?\u00a0 Bowling!\u00a0 That\u2019s right kids, bowling with a hangover.\u00a0 My head was exploding, but I went (no choice because I didn\u2019t have independent transportation home) and, miraculously, I beat everyone.\u00a0 Don\u2019t know how that happened.\u00a0 I still have the score sheet printout somewhere.<\/p>\n

Anyway, after that was over we all did return home and I was deposited in my apaato<\/span> to recover.\u00a0 That took about a day of lying in bed asking, \u201cWhy God, why?\u201d and swearing not to ever let it get off the rails like that again.\u00a0 The next week my crush asked me if I remembered anything that had happened and when I confirmed that I had, he went ahead and asked me out.\u00a0 Who knew a drunken, slightly illogical confession could lead to a beautiful relationship?<\/p>\n

Anonymous, Dokodemo-ken<\/span><\/p>\n

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One time my coworkers proclaimed me drunk and unfit to drive after having one sip of a drink to taste it (literally, one sip, not a shot, not even a tablespoon — probably about a teaspoon worth, really… I knew I would have to drive later on that night), after having finished my meal, after having stopped at another ramen shop on the way back to school since the teachers decided there wasn\u2019t enough food at the enkai<\/span>, and then after having finally made it back to the school where my car was.<\/p>\n

Now, Japan has a zero tolerance policy, but here I was after having approximately a teaspoon worth of a drink with an alcohol content on par with beer, two meals and three and a half hours later, and they told me I was unfit to drive as I had been \u201cdrinking.\u201d While I would never endorse driving under any influence of alcohol, the process of our bodies metabolizing alcohol was apparently a great mystery to these teachers.<\/p>\n

As a result of my sip, I was dropped off at home and left to walk to school to pick up my car the next day that it wasn\u2019t raining (it\u2019s about a four-mile walk which I did indeed make the next day that it wasn\u2019t raining, three days later).<\/p>\n

In contrast to my experience, the popular conversation of the enkai<\/span> that night had been how many times over the years the vice principal drove home drunk. Me being demonized for a sip, two meals and over three hours later, and his being deified for his drunk driving shenanigans over the years left me with a bitter taste in my mouth, and it wasn\u2019t from any sort of alcohol.<\/p>\n

Curtis Edlin, Hyogo-ken 2007-Present<\/span><\/p>\n

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Believe it or not, my CIR enkai<\/em>s were pretty dull (except for the times my bucho<\/span> would get rip-roaring drunk and hypothesized at length about my future wedded to a cute Japanese girl).\u00a0 I guess it was nice having a co-worker live vicarously through me, if only for that evening.<\/p>\n

Justin Tedaldi, Kobe-shi 2001-02<\/span><\/p>\n

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My Board of Education-sanctioned farewell party was held at a hostess bar.\u00a0 I am not a man.\u00a0 Why my BOE thought it was appropriate to have a party honoring a twenty-three-year-old female at a hostess bar\u2014and have the gall to tell her it was expected that she offer to pay for half of it\u2014is something that still baffles me.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not being entirely fair.\u00a0 Before the hostess bar, I had a very nice banquet dinner with the entire BOE, in which I was presented with a beautiful navy yukata<\/span> with a strawberry print.\u00a0 All the other women left soon after that.\u00a0 I was asked by my English-speaking supervisor if I wanted to continue the party.\u00a0 Well, yeah, of course I did.<\/p>\n

So the hostess bar.\u00a0 It took me a few minutes to realize what it was.\u00a0 I had read about them, had my male JET friends describe the male-only enkai<\/span>s that occurred in them, but had never visited one myself.\u00a0 It didn\u2019t look any different from the snack bars, so it wasn\u2019t until I realized that the women who worked there weren\u2019t Japanese that I figured it out.<\/p>\n

There were four women.\u00a0 They were dressed in more revealing clothes than most mama-san<\/span>s, but weren\u2019t overly sexual.\u00a0 Two of the women were Filipino, and as such spoke better English than most of my JTEs.\u00a0 One of them took a liking to me, probably because I wasn\u2019t about to fondle her, and sat next to me to chat.\u00a0 I decided to stay, at least for a little while.\u00a0 It was like a sociological experiment.<\/p>\n

The male BOE members got very drunk very quickly, and the other hostesses bustled around bringing constant fresh supplies of food and drinks, along with the karaoke mic. \u201cHello Ms. Alexei!\u201d said one BOE member repeatedly, his tie around his head like Rambo.\u00a0 He wanted my attention to be on the English song he was singing, but I was asking my Filipino friend about her family back home.\u00a0 \u201cHello! Ms. Alexei! Ms. Alexei!\u201d<\/p>\n

A serving of kimchee appeared next to me, and my friend began to feed me. \u201cNo, that\u2019s okay\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMs. Alexei! English song!\u201d<\/p>\n

My friend then took a napkin and wiped my mouth.\u00a0 I looked around, and saw at least two of the BOE members had ladies in their laps petting their heads.\u00a0 The men were watching me get fed and cleaned like a toddler.\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t nearly drunk enough to make this palatable.\u00a0 I think I lasted at my hostess-bar party for an hour.<\/p>\n

Alexei Esikoff, Fukushima-ken 2001-02<\/span><\/p>\n

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In general, my schools\u2019 enkai<\/span>s pretty much just involved teachers getting plastered and then drunk driving home to their families.<\/p>\n

Earth Bennett, Aomori-ken 2000-02<\/span>

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You know those scenes in the movies where a big cake is wheeled into the room and out pops a scantily clad lady shouting \u201csurprise!\u201d?\u00a0 Well, at one memorable enkai<\/span> in rural Tottori-ken, that lady was me.\u00a0 Only with more clothes.\u00a0 And less frosting.\u00a0 And I didn\u2019t yell \u201csurprise!\u201d\u00a0 You see, out where I lived, we had limited forms of entertainment, and the standard enkai<\/span> fare of drinking a lot and playing sekuhara<\/span> with the secretaries got old pretty quickly (especially when the guys went out to drink almost every night of the week).\u00a0 So, for the BIG parties (I\u2019m talking Bonenkai<\/span> Big here) we would make the trek into the nearest city 45 minutes away, rent hotel rooms, and make a weekend of it.<\/p>\n

Well, this one bonenkai<\/span> was well under way in the party room at an onsen<\/span> hotel when my co-workers discovered that the raucous party going on in the room next door was none other than our own town culture center (I worked for Town Hall).\u00a0 The guys in my party wanted to join our two parties together.\u00a0 But, just going next door with an open bottle of Kirin Ichiban didn\u2019t seem like a big enough splash.\u00a0 This was, after all, the Bonenkai<\/span>.\u00a0 So, they formed a drunken huddle to figure out the best way to party with the culture center.<\/p>\n

Let me interject here briefly on the male-female breakdown of my office. This party was attended by about 25 employees of the Planning and PR Division of Nichinan Town Hall, 4 of whom were women, including me.\u00a0 The other three ladies were older, and only attended these parties out of obligation.\u00a0 As soon as the nabe was packed away and the men turned to shochu<\/span> and whiskey, the ladies went upstairs to bed.\u00a0 Sensible women, really.\u00a0 I\u2019m not sure why, but I always stayed at the party, even after the other office ladies had left.\u00a0 So this leaves me with a room full of bored, drunk, Japanese men, one of whom just had a \u201cgreat idea\u201d for bringing our party next door.<\/p>\n

See, we had this huge cooler that we had brought to the hotel with our own beef for shabu shabu<\/span> (farmers bring their own food).\u00a0 Now that the cooler was empty, it seemed perfectly reasonable to put someone in it and \u201cdeliver\u201d it to the party next door for their own shabu shabu<\/span>.\u00a0 Well, who better to stuff into a cooler and present to your colleagues, than your 22-year-old blonde gaijin<\/span>?\u00a0 Clearly I had consumed my own fair share of Kirin at this point, because this seemed like a logical plan to me.\u00a0 So, I stuffed myself into the cooler, someone squeezed the top on, and four hefty guys picked me up and stumbled next door (note to self: never be carried around by drunk men who are prone to bang into things) to give our friends from the culture center a \u201cspecial delivery.\u201d\u00a0 At which point, I popped out of the cooler yelling \u201cHappy New Year\u201d (in English, of course) and carrying two bottles of local sake.\u00a0 The whole room burst into cheers. I felt like a rock star (until the next morning, when I felt like an idiot).<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s how I ended up pretending to be a woman in a bikini jumping out of a cake.<\/p>\n

Clara Solomon, Tottori-ken 1999-2001<\/span>

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Somehow, my teachers were convinced that their black ALT must be some pro athlete; too many bad American \u201980s movies, perhaps.\u00a0 It never failed.\u00a0 At every enkai<\/span>, every male teacher would line up, smallest to tallest for:\u00a0 \u201cMarc-sensei<\/span> vs. [fill in this week\u2019s school] chugakko suuupaaaaa<\/span> arm wresting challenge!!!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

Discovering beer to be a clearly inferior choice for fuel, I met bicep failure by the time I faced the kendo<\/span> coach.\u00a0 Yes, the one whose arms you\u2019d mistaken for two smuggled ni-nensei<\/span>.\u00a0 I actually bested him ONCE, and my reward?\u00a0 Face off with the ONE healthy kyoto-sensei<\/span>.\u00a0 You know, the marathon runner who\u2019d be up for a \u201clight\u201d 20K run back home AFTER the enkai<\/span>.<\/p>\n

Surprisingly, not even flashbacks of Stallone\u2019s masterful Over the Top performance could pump me up for the feat.\u00a0 No love lost, though.\u00a0 The next day, we\u2019d all just laugh and make pancakes.\u00a0 Fun the first time, but two years was just pure abuse.<\/p>\n

Cultural ambassador?\u00a0 Cocky pop.\u00a0 Cultural ass whippin\u2019.<\/p>\n

Marc Carroll, Gifu-ken 2001-03<\/span><\/p>\n

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Shortly after I became a CIR at Kumamoto City Hall\u2019s International Exchange section, they had a kangeikai<\/span> to celebrate my arrival.\u00a0 Though most of my co-workers were friendly right from the start, there were a few (especially men) who seemed to be taking a while to warm up to me.\u00a0 I chalked it up to cultural differences and figured that time would do the trick.<\/p>\n

Knowing that alcohol was rumored to have a way of speeding the process along, I was looking forward to the enkai<\/span> that night.\u00a0 Sure enough, once the beer and shochu started flowing, in their drunken hazes my once reticent colleagues began telling me stories about their lives, asking me about mine and even putting their arms around my shoulders in companionship, some even attempting this in English!<\/p>\n

Great, I thought, I\u2019ve finally broken the unspoken barrier that has existed between us.\u00a0 I looked forward to a bright new office where I could be myself and not feel like I was treading on people\u2019s toes.<\/p>\n

I headed to work the next day in a good mood, ready for my new workplace.\u00a0 However, when I got there I was in for a huge shock.\u00a0 The co-workers I thought I had bonded with so much the night before barely even looked up when I came in.\u00a0 I felt like we were back to square one even though according to my perception, the night\u2019s festivities had brought us closer.<\/p>\n

I guess what they say about what happens at enkai<\/span>s stays at enkai<\/span>s is actually true!\u00a0 Down the road, I came to develop positive relationships with each of my colleagues, but it was a process that took a couple of enkai<\/span>s to accomplish.<\/p>\n

Stacy Smith, Kumamoto-ken 2000-03 <\/span><\/p>\n

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At my first enkai<\/span> here, my vice principal got drunk, or at least pretended to get drunk — he\u2019d only had the equivalent of about two glasses or one large bottle of beer by that point (though he would continue to consume more). Once thoroughly \u201cdrunk\u201d (in Japan it seems to me that many people associate holding a beer bottle with being drunk even if the cap is still on, and they often seem to regard being \u201cdrunk\u201d as being a legitimate excuse for just about anything — including things which would otherwise be considered sexual harassment) the vice principal decides to spend the rest of the night asking me about, well… my… physiology down there.<\/p>\n

The remaining hour of the enkai was pretty much him hounding me with the same question over and over: \u201cIs your…,\u201d [makes strange masturbatory gesture] \u201c…all right?\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIs your…\u201d [repeats strange masturbatory gesture] \u201c…okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

Honestly, I have no idea how to respond to that.\u00a0 Besides being shocked at the question, I had to think to myself, \u201cDefine \u2018all right\u2019…\u2018all right\u2019 in what way?\u201d\u00a0 And, then, for whatever reason unbeknownst to me, everybody else at the enkai<\/span> thinks his questions are THE CUTEST THING EVER. So, unfortunately, this kind of drunken debauchery led me to try to avoid enkai<\/span>s any way I could.<\/p>\n

Curtis Edlin, Hyogo-ken 2007-Present<\/span><\/p>\n

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My welcome enkai at Nishi-chu<\/span> was the night before my first day teaching at the school.\u00a0 The welcome party was pretty good, although I had learned that the principal was considered a very serious and highly respected man, the message in short was that I should be on my best behavior around him.<\/p>\n

Later on in the evening, I realized that I had left my keys at the first of the three drinking establishments to which I had been taken, and after another treacher drove me by there we realized it was closed and locked. How the heck was I going to get into my apartment?\u00a0 Another teacher called his house and told his mom to set out an extra futon, we\u2019re gonna have a foreigner at breakfast.<\/p>\n

We drank at his house until at least 2:00 a.m.\u00a0 I woke up the next day feeling horrible, wearing the same clothes from the night before, and I had to go to a new school.\u00a0 Everybody would quickly realize that I was wearing the same clothes and hadn\u2019t shaved.\u00a0 My \u201chost\u201d teacher told me we had to go to the principal\u2019s office to explain that I would need to go get my keys sometime during the day.\u00a0 \u201cGreat,\u201d I\u2019m thinking. \u201cThe one guy I\u2019d actually most like to avoid is the guy I\u2019ve got to go and see, to tell him my that my irresponsibility was about to screw up his schedule because I would be out of the building for an hour or so to get my keys and get cleaned up.\u201d<\/p>\n

I waited outside his office while the teacher explained to him what happened, until finally I was summoned in.\u00a0 The principal had a very serious look on his face, and then it lightened.\u00a0 He smiled and proceeded to tell me this incredibly long story about his first enkai<\/span> and how the next day he wound up at school the next morning with \u201ctatami<\/span>-face\u201d after sleeping on the floor of a colleague\u2019s home.\u00a0 I was golden — the toughest principal in the town had given me the okay because I apparently duplicated a mistake that he had made when he was as new to the work world as I was.<\/p>\n

Matt Jungblutt, Saitama-ken 1988-91<\/span><\/p>\n

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I have to admit to being incredibly jealous of my fellow ALTs when I lived in Japan. While my JTEs were unbelievably sweet and generous in buying me presents, taking me to dinner, etc., they never once had an enkai at either one of my schools!\u00a0 What were the odds?\u00a0 I had my friends relive the madness at theirs for me but, let\u2019s face it, unless MY kocho-sensei<\/span>\u2019s eight beers deep and happily singing Avril Lavigne\u2019s \u201cComplicated\u201d at the top of his voice, it\u2019s just not the same.<\/p>\n

Nandita Ray, Saitama-ken 2004-05<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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