Fan-fugu-tastic

In which out hero returns to Osaka for a memorable evening of dance, song and kuidaore.

Greetings gentlefolk, and welcome to the latest installment of my blog thingiemajig. I got up to quite a few interesting things this weekend, and now that I've finally gotten some sleep and had a shower I'm in a state to tell you about it.

Yesterday morning I met up with a few friends at Nagoya station for the express purpose of going to Osaka and having one hell of a party. We caught the Kintetsu limited express, not the Shinkansen (sorry Rion, but Nozumi is a luxury I can't afford). We had an entire train carriage to ourselves, so we didn't have to worry about worrying any Japanese NPCs with our bizzare antics. We arrived in Osaka at 2:00, and after a bit of reconisonce managed to find out where we were and the way to go to Dotonburi. Along the way we found a Satanist merchandise store (No, I'm not making this up). I knew it was a place of devil worship for several reasons- it was darkly lit, it was underground, and there were flyers advertising local Goth bands.

The fact there were stuffed bats, Nazi armbands and other 3rd Reich materials, the words 'Hail Satan' on every T-Shirt was a large crucified Jesus hanging upside down inside only served to support my hypothesis.

After taking leave of the Dark Lord's emporium, we resolved to go gorge ourselves in true kuidaore fashion. The first restaurant we went to was home of the second most scariest clown in Osaka (as pictured in a previous blog entry). We had a big, expensive lunch before exploring the rest of the area. We had a look around America Mura and to gawk at the strange folk who dwell in those parts. Finally, we went to a Club Sega to play some Gundam, House of the Dead 4 and Mario Kart as well as take some photo-stickers.

For dinner we decided to have Fugu. For those of you who don't know what Fugu is, it is a fish that is 90% poisonous_and is only edible if cooked and served under the right conditions. Otherwise, it's a pretty fatal neuro-toxin. I ordered some Fugu sushi and fried chicken. The Fugu was edible, but not something I would go out of my way to eat again.

We spent the night at the Joule nightclub. It was pretty quiet when we got there (in fact, we doubled the nightclubs population when we arrived) at around 12, but after we whipped out the glowsticks and got our groove on the place stated to get moving. By the time we left, the place was completely packed and various people had stolen our glowsticks. But we

Afterwards we headed to a karaoke booth to spend the last few hours in town. I think our cover of Guns and Roses "Welcome to the Jungle" (Jungle replaced with Osaka) was the cherry on the icing of the night

I tried to get some sleep on the train back, but it wasn't successful. Actually, it was successful in the fact that I got some sleep, but I felt a lot worse afterwards.

My sleeping calendar has been screwed up today, but it was totally worth it. This was my little adventure for the month, so there probably won't be anything worthy of posting until Saint Patrick's Day.

Peace Out All

-Blake