…today, and we all turn out at Soho’s in Harajuku to shower him with gifts and praise for getting through his 20s in one piece. We take over the upstairs balcony, the 30 or so of us, and shortly after the sun sets we are treated to the lazy ascent of a giant, glowing moon over the not-distant buildings of Shibuya. A good omen, to be sure, and a nice decorative touch to mark the beginning of a dizzily raucous evening. We all get a bit carried away, bit none so much as 英ドン, who manages to jump squarely into the doorjam on his way back from… actually, I never thought to ask. Ouch.