Scott, Bob and I went to Sawtelle for some Hurry Curry and there just happened to be an Obon Festival going on. It was pretty cool despite the fat guys line dancing in robes. I commend dancing fat man and his staredown with self-consciousness. I certainly didn't have the balls like DFM to join in on the digging dance, or the fan dance or the towel dance. Good job, man in Kimono, way to make that useless bastard flinch.