Hello good people. Thank you to all of our readers who have stayed with us through our lost Bear ordeal. Four months on, and still no sign of Bear #1 and Bear #2. Some people say that our Bears are probably gone for good, and won’t likely return, but we don’t listen to such talk! We think we had better keep Bear blogging so that one day the person who found our Bears can find our blog! Though we are quickly running out of pictures of our Beloved #1 and #2, we plan to do our best at Bear blogging until our bears make it home. Luckily we have Bear #3 and Bear #4 to keep us company, and to give us more to write about as well! Again, thank you to all of you for the amazing support, it means a lot to us.
Todays post is a story of soup, soccer and how we discovered that Bears love baths.
It was another warm day in Tokyo. After all the sightseeing and traveling we had been doing, we decided to spend the day relaxing and enjoying life. While I could never be called a sports fan, I do enjoy watching soccer games now and again. Every world cup, I make it a point to watch as many games as I can at the local pub. I especially enjoy early morning games (my earliest was Argentina vs Germany at 6:00 am!). It is so radically different from my usual routine that it always feels like a very special event. Plus, it gives me a reason to drink beer with breakfast, which feels pretty decadent if you ask me… So, when we found out that there was going to be an important soccer match that afternoon (Japan vs Australia), it sounded like the absolute perfect way to spend the afternoon.
Our criteria in searching for a pub to watch the game at was simple, they needed air conditioning, beer, and a big TV! We found just the place in the Ebisu district. They had a projector with a big screen set up, and they had even pre-sold the best seats to the die hard fans. Awesome! We found a spot and had some good pub grub while we waited for the game to start.
The smell of food brought Bear #1 and Bear #2 out from my bag where they had been having an afternoon nap. They were very excited at the idea of watching the soccer game. Bear #1 showed us his soccer moves by repeatedly kicking a crinkled up paper wrapper off the table and making me go fetch it. He said that if he wasn’t planning on being the first Bear rapper, then he would definitely consider being the first Bear soccer star. I can see him now, running down the field, chasing a giant soccer ball, wearing his jersey with a big #1 on! I am sure he would be a real success! Bear #2 cheered him on by screeching “GOAL!” every time he kicked the paper wrapper off of the table. This encouragement caused him to become progressively more excited until finally he was kicking everything off the table. Beer coasters, sugar packets and toothpicks flew from our table into the surrounding area. His final kick came when he yelled out “Kuma Kick!” (kuma is Bear in Japanese), and with ferocious velocity flew off the table and onto the pub floor.
At that point, the game started and we all turned our attention to the TV. I won’t recap the details of the match, but it was a great time. There were both Japan fans and Australia fans at the bar cheering loudly for their team, yet the environment remained one of celebration and friendly competition. The Bears sat on top of our heads and cheered gleefully. I overheard Bear #2 asking my girlfriend if she would help make her a “soccer skirt” to wear to the next game..
Soup and the Daredevil!
From there, we met up with our good friends Yuki and Reiko and went to a nearby restaurant for some food. It was one of those restaurants where you can cook at the table, and we ordered some Motsu-nabe (Intestine soup!). By the time the food came, we had all worked up quite an appetite! Bear #1 and Bear #2 were excitedly telling the story of the soccer game while Bear #1 demonstrated his special soccer kick to a semi-captive audience. At this moment everything happened very fast. Bear #1 was sniffing at the soup, excitedly talking about soccer and other indiscernible things that sounded most like grunts and squeaks… Bear #2 was saying how delicious the soup looked. Then it happened. Out of nowhere, Bear #1 ran at the pot of boiling soup and leaped into the air shouting “wheeeeeeeee!”. We all looked on in amazement as Bear #1 flew through the air in slow motion and made a spectacular landing into the boiling soup! A very small splash could be heard throughout the restaurant. We all froze for a moment, not really knowing what had just happened. My girlfriend snatched #1 out of the soup, and whisked him off to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
The rest of the meal was rather sedate next to Bear #1′s riotous leap into the soup. When asked why he had done it, he said he couldn’t really remember. I think he was just over excited by the soccer match.. Poor Bear #1!! Bear #2 kept reminding him all night that he smelled like an intestine soup! Later that evening we went to a rooftop bar for a final nightcap. Bear #2 sat on the other side side of the bar because “Bear #1 smells of a soup!”. I heard her telling someone that “Bear #1 just loves to swim in soup..”.
Bear #1 took it all in stride, even teasing himself by parading up and down the bar asking “where is that delicious soup I keep smelling?!”.
Tired from the days events, we said goodnight to our friends and headed for home.
Bears love Baths!
Later that evening, we gave Bear #1 a bubble bath to try and get rid of the smell. Bear #2 saw how much fun he was having and insisted on a bath as well since she had been sitting so close to him the whole way home. And that, dear friends is how we discovered that Bears love baths!
Bear #3 and #4 say hi. They have a new cute photo in the “Bear search photo-gallery. You can see it here!
Until next time…