Japanese families don’t typically have a lot of privacy.  This is why I believe for them, Love Hotels are a necessity.  They also turned out to be a necessity for me and my friends Saturday night.

Osaka is a pretty good sized city.  And therefore has a pretty good sized gay district.  Since Grand Forks has no gay district, I decided to take advantage of this while I can.  The first Saturday night I was here, I went to a small lesbian bar with a couple of the current International students at my school.  It went very well.  We all had a good time and really enjoyed meeting and chatting with the Japanese women.  A few of them promised to meet us again this Saturday.

So return we did indeed!  With plans, this time, to stay out all night.  We met up with one of our old friends from the previous Saturday, and I especially made friends with her.  The other foreign girls charmed a new lady, who came to the bar that night because someone had told her that we were coming.  She invited to us to anther place, that was having a 2nd year anniversary celebration.

Some of you know that I’ve been talking online a little to a girl whose webcomic I read, Nena.  I had discovered that she was heading to Osaka for a semester of college.  So I talked to her on msn about Japan-y things.  We totally randomly ran into each other at the new bar!  It was very exciting..we had not planned to meet or anything.  I was really excited to meet her, and there were lots of new Japanese ladies to talk to at this bar.  And they were all especially festive because of the anniversary celebration.

This is where things took an unfortunate turn.  One of the girls got scary drunk.  She started flopping around in her seat..so I went over and held her up, and when she told me she needed to puke, I took her into the bathroom and stayed with her.  And then…another of our girls started throwing up.  They were both flopping around in this bar and throwing up and I was like, Oh no…I have to get these girls out of here right now.

Fortunately, out of our group, I had another sane girl with me, and Nena a few of the Japanese girls helped us carry them across the street to a love hotel.  That hotel was full, so one of the Japanese girls ran to a nearby Karaoke place and tried to get us a room.  They assisted us in carrying the girls through the pouring rain to the karaoke place where they left us.  The karaoke place quickly decided it didn’t want two puking foreign drunkards in it…so they asked us to leave.

So now, it’s just the two of us, hauling these passed out drunk girls through the streets trying to find a love hotel with a free room.  There were no free rooms!  We went soooo far through the rainy streets from love hotel to love hotel, losing our umbrellas and a drunk girls shoe in the process.  To top it all off they would puke on us whenever we entered a hotel.  We finally found the last free room in the city at the Hotel Candy Box.  It was a double room, so the lady would only let us get the two of them settled before going back to the streets.

After we left them we didn’t really know what to do.  Sam was hungry but we didn’t really want to go very far to find a place to eat.  I wanted to go back to the bar, but we were both extremely exhausted by this point.  So we decided to find a place to crash ourselves.  But as I said…the love hotels were full up that night.  We ended up sneaking back into the girls room.  And it was a good thing we did, because they required some more looking after.   The two of us both got to take showers and brush our teeth and be amused by things in the room.  They gave us two little baggies full of goodies when we checked in.  Things you would expect to get in a love hotel..such as condoms…and some things that were just like ‘huh?’..such as hair clips.  There were also a few snacks with interesting illustrations on them.

There was a convenient hairdryer which I used to dry clothes and sheets.  They had all kinds of lotion and shampoo and conditioner and bath salts and a really nice sponge.  There were dimming lights and a karaoke machine.  And bath robes!!!  Which I stole for a souvenir.

When we left in the morning…we totally got in trouble by the hotel lady.  She figured out that we snuck back in.  And she was not pleased.  She started yelling at us and I had no idea what she was saying, and the girl I was with pretended like she had no idea what she was saying.  In the end she got tired of us and said that we could go, but we weren’t allowed to return to the room!

After that we went back along the path of our journey looking for things we may have dropped.  Didn’t find anything.  One of the girls was still really sick, and she threw up a few more times as she trudged back to the station in one shoe.  I had to leave them there because I was due to move to Tamaki’s house.

That is where I am now.  I didn’t make it in to school today, because I’m too sore and too sleepy from a rough night.  Last night I was kept up by a mosquito determined to have its way with me.  I have bites all over my hands.  I’m also all bruised and chaffed from my night in the pouring rain.  I was wearing jeans ok…and when jeans get wet…and you have to walk long distances in them…its not good.  Nope.

It was a really stupid thing for them to do.  If your gonna drink…at least have sense enough not to get to that point.  Its embarrassing for yourself…and its just plan unfair to the people who have to take care of you.

But I did enjoy myself a bit.  It was really cool meeting Nena in real life..especially since it was so random.  And I made a Japanese friend whose number and email I now have.  And everybody involved in the situation got to see how cool me and Sam are with our amazing drunkard-care capabilities.

And I got to stay in a love hotel!!!!

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