A Tale Of Two Osakas

On Saturday (12th), after weeks of planning, one Facebook group and lots of emails, I managed to organise 3 people to accompany me to Osaka to seek out the rock club from one of the first days of October. Total fail. After paying a fair wad to get in, we discovered it was a Jazz night, leaving me in a pit of misery. Still, thanks to Lilly using her "cultural assets" she managed to flirt double strength drinks from the bar staff. Fast forward to 5am and its the first train home and a McDonald's (I know, I know, I'm a capitalist swine...) breakfast. Thanks to those who did come and rescue the evening for me, but it could have been an epic night. This is what happens when Yume doesn't organise!


However, a very different tale occurred yesterday (17th) bringing my blog up to date. Again apologies with the lack of updates, I do have stuff to share just no bloody internet at home yet! Anyway, my sensei from Cardiff, Mr Kudara, was visiting Kyoto and Kobe and was based in Osaka for the week. Taking this opportunity to see us, Ducan and Mats from Kyoto and Basim and I from Kobe met in Osaka for a couple hours of nomihoudai in an izakaiye. When we met Kudara sensei, he was accompanied by two friends, a teacher and his wife.

I tried to maintain some level of decency, but the increasingly drunk Duncan (Drunkan) and Basim (Drunsim?), and lets face it me too, made it increasingly difficult. Thankfully Kudara sensei matched us in this regard. I was glad to finally say goodbye to Kudara and co., because about 5 minutes after Duncan reached the point of no return and began acting like an American in Japan stereotype.

After one single hour of karaoke, we had 2 broken ashtrays, two sodden laps, 1 bottle of wine stolen from a room full of business men, 2 cut lips, 2 sore testicles and one M.I.A. Basim. Now that's what I call a night out.