f l y j i n

Here we go again

So, it's the end of my first week living with the Shirakawa family. I think its going well, but I really can't tell. I do know that I lost some point with them on Saturday. Let me elaborate.
So its Friday night, and naturally, I'm thinking, "No fuckin' way I'm gonna spend my friday night with these damn kids hanging all over me." The obvious solution? Osaka, of course. Something you need to know, though, is that when you live with a host family you have to always plan out when you are going out. I have a feeling that is would be bad news if I suddenly just missed dinner one night. So I come home for dinner, and to tell them that I'd be going out for karaoke that night. Little did I know I'd be meeting that dinner again in a little over 12 hours. To be honest, I really didn't have a plan, but I knew I had to be out that night. I was really going to do a dolo mission if I had to. But, as luck would have it, I met some friend out by the bus stop to the train station. From there we gaijin smashed our way to Osaka, back to the club from before, "Pure." Same deal, 20 bucks, unlimited drinks, Game on. It was probably a bad idea to just tell the bartender "give me some strong shit," and maybe a worse idea to just get a cup of straightup Jack Daniels (image one of those plastic cafeteria cups). Anyway, after a long night of dancicng (not quite the resounding success of the other night, but still alright), we reboard the trains and head back to Hirakata (thats where Kansai Gaidai is). While at the train station, waiting for the bus, I remember that I promised the kids in my family that I would go to a sports festival with them. Dammit. But then, I have a great idea! Caffiene will get me through this! So I hit the vending machine and pretty much shotgun three hardcore black coffees. Worst idea ever. I never drink coffee so the caffiene (OK, I don't know how to spell it, I'm sorry) hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm chattering away on the bus, and burning rubber (bike tire rubber) on the way back to my house. I come in the door at about 8 AM, just as everybody is getting ready. Unfortunately, but this time I am back to "dead on my feet" status. I feel like that big, dirty, hungover gaijin again. This has got to be the worse I've ever felt after partying. My family had taken to futon off my bed to, but I was so tired that I didn't even give a fuck. I just laid down on the metal frame and passed out. Normally a gentle soul, I finally got mad at one of the kids in the house (the little girl) when she tried to block me on one of my pilgrimages to the bathroom. PLEASE, PLEASE, never try to stop someone trying to take a liquor shit, especially if you are a 50 pound japanese little girl, and your opponent is a big and hungover. Basically I felt like my choices were either toss this little girl (zangeif style), or take a shit on the floor. Thankfully, I made it to the toilet before we reached breaking point. Then back to bed. The only things I really remember from Saturday are laying in bed, sweating and basically feeling like that scene out of trainspotting where the guy is going through detox and freaking out, and coming out to vomit explosively in and around the toilet, and apologize to the family that I couldn't eat dinner that night. I blame it on the coffee. So, that was pretty much my weekend.

posted by レモン・チューハイ @ 8:24 AM