mokudekiru

When hanging out with a bunch of girls in Kobe, Sannomiya is the place to be. It has all your shopping/karaoke/movie/shrine/purikura/train needs (with both Hankyu and JR, the two major lines, meeting at Sannomiya) and an ample supply of stylish Kobe girls (and the occasional boy) in just the right population density for the place to feel lively, exciting, and fun, but not overcrowded or claustrophobic.

Here’s the drill:

1) Get up in the morning, eat food, get dressed up real cute and do your hair and makeup.
2) Head to Sannomiya. Meet your friends at some designated place, especially in front of the nikuman (dumpling) stand inside the station.
3) Food, Karaoke, Shopping, Purikura, and optionally more food, in any order you please (but Purikura cannot be first)
4) Lather, rinse, and repeat with different friends all week!

Since I’m back in Kobe for just over 2 weeks, I was part of pretty much non-stop Sannomiya hangouts with girls from high school. Here’s a few pictures of the three non-spontaneous (aka planned) hangouts I arranged in Sannomiya:

12/30/09: Nanjo Karaoke

Yuka and I wanted to go karaoke-ing with someone, so we contacted Misaki, a friend from high school and a fellow Porno Graffiti fan who I went to Karaoke with at the very last weekend or so of my year abroad. She said she was already going karaoke-ing with Machiko (another close friend of mine) and that we could just join in. A number of other girls from our class at Nanjo but who I’d never really talked to before were also coming. Oh well, better late than never…goes for making new friends from high school?

Tera-chan, Yuki, Misaki

Mari, Machiko, Yoko

We met up, and proceeded to karaoke for 5 hours. FIVE HOURS. This was the third day I was in Japan, and probably the most fun AND soul-crushing event I have experienced so far on this trip. Fun because it’s karaoke, and karaoke is, well, fun… the soul-crushing part was when I realized that I don’t know a single Japanese song that came out after May 2007 well enough to sing it. I keep up with new Mr. Children albums, but I don’t listen to them fanatically enough to sing, and I am completely obvlivious to the mainstream Japanese music. When you live here, keeping up means simply watching tv sometimes, which happens completely naturally in every household I have lived in here. But to suddenly be thrown into a 5-hour karaoke session with a knowledge of pop music from 2007, it’s almost like knowing nothing all over again. I worked 10 months to absorb as much j-pop as I could, and all for nothing!?

Eventually I realized that I could still fall back on all the songs I used to know, even if they elicited a 「懐かしい」every time I sang them. Karaoke SUCCESS. Except for one thing: Yuka couldn’t come. She had an errand to run at the beginning, and apparently you can’t have people come in once you’ve started free-time karaoke (when you don’t decide on a length of time beforehand). So that was kind of :( because it meant I never got to karaoke with Yuka during this trip.

Machiko & Mo

Karaoke was followed by purikura (and running into Furo/Aika like I mentioned in a previous post):

Then we moved onto a restaurant called アジアジア (AsiAsia in English… I guess?) where we partook in tabe-nomi-houdai (all you can eat & drink) for a fixed price. Many delicious things were ordered, many conversations were had about several people’s non-boyfriend-but-person-with-whom-we-can’t-totally-say-nothing-is-going-on. The restaurant was loud and boisterous. I had a hard time following the quiet secretive conversations going on. I learned here that Japanese drinks are really small and taste sweet. But I had a good time and certainly more than replenished all the calories lost during marathon karaoke and induced karaoke stress. On the way home I talked to Mari and Machiko in a much more audible setting (inside the train) and had a fab time.

Waiting in a really narrow stairwell to get into the restaurant

1/04/10: Hatsumode

Martha, the exchange student that went to my former high school in America last year, saw via my facebook status that I was in Japan. Hmmm… wait a minute, SHE also lives here, I realized (once she commented on my status). Though she’s more friends with my little brother’s crowd, we’ve met a few times back home and she invited me on a little Sannomiya hangout of her own on the 4th. I was busy during the early afternoon moving from Yuka’s house to Noriko’s house, so I did that while she and her friends saw a movie, and afterwards I joined them for 2010 初詣 (hatsumode) at Ikuta Shrine, but not before running into my friend Ryo for the second time in Sannomiya this trip.

I instructed them to meet me by the butt statue (and just like all other Kobe natives, they seemed slightly unsure of what I was talking about here). Martha & friends were a bit late and so I stood and watched this kid play guitar for a few minutes. He was good! However, in the picture below, note the girl in the pink hat’s outfit. Almost everyone wears shorts, boots, and tights in winter here, or shorts, boots, and over-the-knee-socks. This girl’s socks aren’t even knee-high!

Off to Ikuta Shrine! Even though you’re supposed to go on New Years Day ideally, it was still this crowded on January 4th! Waited in line for about 15 minutes!

We also got our fortunes. Mine was pretty decent. It had little things about each part of our life — apparently I am going to lose all my money on a vacation… pretty much is coming true!

Martha and friends! We then proceeded to eat random festival-like things around the shrine (taiyaki included!), take purikura (which I do not have on my computer), and go eat monjya-yaki (sort of like a less awesome, more Tokyo-y version of Okonomiyaki).

Afterwards, I had to return home to the Uetani household, for the first time in 3 years. We briefly spoke about how I should take a bus back instead of a train. Martha’s friends said “we’ll walk you to your bus!” because they’re nice, but it was a little embarrassing because I had to be like “well I’m not sure where my bus is, but I vaguely feel like it’s in that direction” and as I approached it “no, this isn’t right, I think we have to go down that staircase” etc. etc. It was like trying to follow instructions you remember from a dream, where you’re continually comparing what you see in front of you to an image in your mind and trying to resolve the difference into some logical course of action. Anyway, I managed to find the right bus as I knew I would, but not without worrying my friends with my hazy memory of what I was doing. I made it home, fyi.

1/06/10: Sweets Paradise

Or, alternatively, the reunion of Knitting Club. Machiko and Mari from orchestra club are two of the friends I keep up with the most (letters & packages & emails & the occasional mixi message). The first week I was in Japan, Mari happened to be in San Francisco with her family. Machiko came to karaoke as mentioned above, but since the three of us spent endless hours knitting things in random fast food restaurants, classrooms, and shopping centers in high school, it seemed fitting for the three of us to meet up again. Mika, a girl from my art class the first quarter or so I was here, also joined us (which was good because otherwise I wouldn’t have had time to see her) and Mari arranged most of it. Originally I suggested we go to Sweets Harbor in Harborland, which I went to once long ago with my first sister. But apparently it’s closed for good now, and instead we went to Sweets Paradise, effectively a sweets buffet located in Sannomiya.

Mari and Mika

Mo and Machiko

However, with all-you-can-eat cake and pie and ice cream and more, there is significant danger that one might uhh… overeat. Indeed, after Sweets Paradise I was completely un-hungry for the next eight hours or so. Whoops.

Festive and delicious

After gorging ourselves on sugar and whipped cream, we proceeded onto the purikura. We managed to get them all sent to Machiko’s phone, and she sent them on to the rest of us. We shopped for a while and then Machiko had to go home. More shopping ensued until Mika had to go too. Mari though, is living by herself (rare for Japanese college students, who mostly live at home) and she had nothing else going on that day –> freedom! And by freedom, I of course mean KARAOKE! Time to break out the Mr. Children, Porno Graffitti, and random Johnny’s songs I can sing with gusto (a vast majority of which are Arashi songs), of course. There was some occasional Seishun Amigo and Sakuranbo going on as well.

Followed by more shopping. Did my homage to Toyku Hands (a store with a level of awesomeness second only to Loft), and to the bookstore where I spent a long time in the celebrity photo book section (there were a disproportionate amount of Mizushima Hiro books, fyi). Eventually we decided we could stand to eat again, and headed over to ポムの樹 (pomu no ki) the omu-rice chain that I fell in love with 3 years ago. Omu-rice was hence checked off the to-eat-in-Japan list. Mari and I had a good heart-to-heart and I took one of the last buses home around 10, when all the stores in Sannomiya are closing anyway.

All in all, a good day’s asobi, and the purikura to prove it: