Saturday Night Hiroshima

Last Saturday evening a bunch of us gathered at a cheap n popular chicken wing restaurant to celebrate Crazy Shaun's 30th birthday. (He's the one in the Honda biker's jacket, sporting an Action Man beard.)

The place does "all you can eat and drink" for two hours for a fixed price, so that's what we went for. The food was pretty basic. A variety of chicken wings, chicken nuggets, chips, raw cabbage, and some other stuff as well such as rice balls.

The seating arrangements are also pretty basic, but it has a great atmosphere. Check it out on this google map:

https://www.google.com/maps/place/%E5%A5%87%E8%B7%A1%E3%81%AE%E6%89%8B%E7%BE%BD%E5%85%88+%E5%BA%83%E5%B3%B6%E6%9C%AC%E9%80%9A%E5%BA%97/@34.393524,132.4593646,21z/data=!3m1!5s0x355aa20ee94ca6db:0x3f296f61befc1fc1!4m6!3m5!1s0x355aa33203c3f735:0xc9b6fbd5ad6e2270!8m2!3d34.3934581!4d132.4593396!16s%2Fg%2F11qg0hpybn?entry=ttu

We were a party of eight, six blokes (3.5 Brits, 1.5 Krauts, and one Kiwi) of whom Crazy Shaun was the youngest, Crazy Shaun's Japanese girlfriend, and my mate Dogged-Don's Japanese wife.

With twenty minutes still left of our two-hour drink-all-you-can bash, the head waiter started to encourage us to vacate the table as another party had booked it for the next session. It is in this kind of trying circumstance where our old mate Dogged-Don comes into his own and insisted on our staying for the full two hours to get our money's worth according to the terms of the verbal contract that staff and customers had agreed to at the start of the session.

This led to a compromise in which the last drinks were ordered, and as much as possible was cleared from the table. When the fully allotted time was up, we vacated the premises on good terms all around. Indeed, the head waiter chatted amicably with Dogged-Don outside the restaurant.

An Impromptu Reunion

It was then, as we stood around in the street, that a couple of female shrieks were heard and suddenly Crazy Shaun and I found ourselves mobbed by the two young ladies you see in the photo; two recent graduates of the college where we both teach. They just happened to be heading to a restaurant across the street at the moment when we were milling around outside the restaurant.

A few minutes later, they disappeared into the said restaurant and we headed to our next watering hole...

I Make My Escape!

About half an hour later, I found that my beer glass was empty, but that there was a tiresomely long queue at the bar, so my addled brain ran through an algorithm that went something like this:

My glass is empty... get another beer... long queue... what a nuisance... don't want to stand there like a lemon... oh, I could just leave and... catch the tram home... And so I grabbed my bag, and to everybody's surprise, I was the first to leave!

Indeed, the next morning, Dogged-Don texted me this message:

"Very impressed with your getaway last night, David."

To which I replied,

"Me too!"

And so ended another Saturday night in the city centre of Hiroshima.

Cheers!

David Hurley
#InspiredFocus

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