Rows of cherry blossom trees stretch almost endlessly down the lain, making the notion of work, school, or any kind of responsibly downright unthinkable. They throw down a tarp, park themselves under the nearest tree, and proceed to get as drunk as humanly possible. Random acts of public idiocy abound. I've seen everything from strip bingo to Credence Clearwater karaoke revivals, all underneath a canopy of radiant pink. It's fun to stoll through any public park area and marvel and the hundreds of flower viewing enthusiasts.
Some people seem to camp out for days in order to secure the perfect drinking spot.
Elaborate cardboard table structures are eracted in the name of public drunkedness. Many groups even bring gas stoves for cooking oden, sukiyaki, ramen and much more. It seems as if for this moment and time the hustle and bustle of Japanese life is thrown out the window and the entire nation just chills out and ties one on. However, being the only sober Sunday stroller in a world of happy drunks isn't all that fun, but within minutes, random salarymen are literally filling my hands with every manner of alcoholic beverage imaginable. Fun for everyone from junior to the grandpa, and the scenic view comes complimentary of the house.