Weekend. September 10,11,12

Weeeeeell...thankfully a fantastically eventfully uneventful weekend. No more earthquakes or typhoons or Jehovah's witnesses. (All signs of the coming apocalypse im sure).

Friday felt long. Very long. Maybe its the anticipation of the coming weekend-which sad to say is now more of a sign of sleeping in than going out and partying. That whole aging thing. *shudder*

After Friday's work i moseyed on over to the city centre where i met two of my old students. Literally old students. The student population of the previous conversation school I worked for was about 80% female university students. These lads seemed to be the obvious exceptions. Shoji is a 50+ fatherly highschool English teacher. His manners and decorum are impeccable yet he seems to have a wonderfully friendly nature for someone exuding such stature. Seiji on the other hand is blast. 60 years old- but healthy and lively as any 25 year old i know. Fairly incredible stuff. Seiji usually gets louder and more controversial (in a friendly way) depending on the amount of alcohol he has had. Then there's the third gentleman who ive met on more than one occasion- yet keep forgetting the poor sods name. He's an ecentric old man- white wirey hair in an Einstein-esque fashion. Thick, near rimless glasses. A psychologist of all proffessions. (Seiji by the way has recently retired fromhis job of 40 years to seek grander adventures- I think he was possibly working too hard and forgot to have his mid-life crisis and its hit him at this age).
Anyways- conversation, food and drink was fantastic - (and free- their "congratulations" treat for my new job.)

From there I plodded along to the under 31y.o. teachers drinking party of my school. I'll stick some pics up soon soon. All reasonably fascinating stuff.
Im quite relieved that my particular group of teachers are as nice as they are. Woulda been a lot more difficult otherwise.

Myself and my girl caught the last train home- having made up for the days debate about the ex (see previous entry) . We spent most of the weend together. All of Saturday aswell- joining some other teachers (Rob, Ryan- and his lovely wife Sachiko) for an evening of korean style Bbq- yakiniku - man that stuff rocks- a bit pricey though...but come on...its good. The night then spiralled inevitably downwards towards the commonly frequented drinking hole of Polo Dogs. Wonderful atmosphere- as most bars the size of shoeboxes have. Flip side being they're...well...the size of shoeboxes.
Evening continued to spiral downwards towards the ever so inevitable Karaoke - which...now lets not kid- for 780 yen an hour (about $8us) all you can drink all you can sing; thats not a bargain for the nights entertainment -its a requirement. Our numbers dwindled slightly. Kat feeling the weeks pressures (and her personal life) getting to her party mood a bit- not to mention the constant bombardment of CrazyMike's oblivious(to himself) abrasiveness. Ryan also left early - apparantly having to catch the love train home with his wife :P or catch the love train at home....or love catching the train home...or something. Anywho...karaoke..and a brief stop at a very full Sallys - stopping only to direct large bunches of lost Americans who were in Kobe on semester at sea (A reasonably bloody cool programme that you get to study and tour the world at the same time)- followed by a swift ride home in a taxi. Annoying that trains stop here at 12. No point really.

Anywho...sunday...uneventful. Bored of writing. Will quit. bye.