This is totally outside of the time-line I planned to post today, but I had a need to share this picture with the internet immediately;
These are those little pocket sized tissue packets. But advertising rub-and-tugs and hookers. Of course, I insisted on getting a couple. If you make the not-so-distant mental leap of the connection between pocket tissues and a porno palace, the promotion item makes really gross sense. Hilariously gross sense. You can put that guy's job on a list of 'will never do for money,' although he seemed to be having a blast handing out rags on a street corner. To each his own, I suppose. Side note: That says 30 minutes of 'fun' for about $30 bucks. Don't sell yourself so short, girls!
ANYWAYS... So the day I left Osaka, my old roommate and I decided to grab a quick look at a castle that was supposed to be in the area. It was not a nice day, and I made the poor decision to wear sandals. Big, dopey snowflakes skewed our vision for most of it, but true to Osaka, the weather did let up a little bit for some pictures.
Here's me being rediculous;
I got a glimpse of some formal wedding portraits being taken, but due to my lack of zooming abilities, the picture didn't turn out so well;
And here's what I had for breakfast;
The trainride from Osaka was really uneventful, aside from the fact that we drove through a blizzard for about 30 seconds. Oh yeah, and there were like 5 different people carrying economy-sized packages of toilet paper on the train. I have a couple theories about why, one of which includes a scenario where the Yakuza has an illegal toilet paper black market in Osaka, and everyone then smuggles it home like drugs. Nevermind.
Once I found my ECC rep and got set up at the hotel, I had to go and find some clothes to wear to work for my first day. I'm still kicking myself for leaving all my nice work clothes in Tokyo, but I will remedy that situation later. So I found this giant SEARS-like clothing store with too many vowels to pronounce, and decided just to get a simple black dress and some black shoes to tide me over. The clothing section went on for miles, so I just decided to browse until I would potentially find something that fit over my boobs. Needless to say, I have never felt so insecurely fat and depressed about my body ever in my life. I kept thinking to myself 'when does the kids section end?' and 'Baby Gap sure is getting sluttier these days...' But no, that was for regular Japanese women, who have waists the size of my neck. I eventually found a depressing 'plus size' collection, which had sizes 8 through 12. I wonder what people from Texas wear here. Probably garbage bags and tarps. Or maybe, as my significant other suggested, they buy a lot of little pants and just tie them together. The logistics of that still kind of hurt my brain. So once I found a dress that might fit me, the retail ladies took it off a hanger for me, asked me to take off my shoes when I entered the change room, and handed me a mesh bag. All with a big smile that seemed to say 'please don't get your western cooties on our clothes, fatty.' This is how you're supposed to look when you try on clothes in Japan;
Oh yeah, and I took some creepy pictures of school girls for all my homies back home;
I'm really sorry, but I was contractually obligated to take these. Can someone tell me how to turn pictures into postcards? I need to learn how to do that.
After I hated myself for a couple hours at the SEARS store, I gathered up my training buddies and went for a drink so that we could get to know each other better. After the first bar, we realized that it was St. Patrick's Day, so we found the only Irish pub in Nagoya and drank Jameson and Guinness. We also attempted to converse with some twenty-something locals, but it didn't go too well. I really need to take some Japanese lessons. My ineptitude is starting to seriously bother me.
Night life pictures!
The last one was a flyer for the Irish pub, and aparently the katakana on it is explaining what St. Patty's day is. Because over here, they really don't have a clue. Us white folk look all the same to them :)