Dinner with the Fujimori Family
Misato and I took a train to an area of Osaka I had never been to before. We exited the station and waited in line for a street-level train that would take us nearer to the restaurant we were meeting Noriko and her family at.
The line to board the next cable car had grown quite long and it seemed that an unusual amount of time had passed since the last car departed. So Misato set off to call Noriko to let her know that we might be a little late and also to ask the station employee when the next car would arrive.
Misato came back after a long time (I was worried that the car would come and she would still be away) and informed me that there had been an accident. I had not noticed the auto traffic also backing up on the streets. Soon after the station employee walked forward and made this news available to everyone waiting. So we all filed away.
Misato called Noriko once again and they made arrangements to meet us somewhere else. So we boarded the subway train and Noriko met us nearby in her car once we exited the station. She dropped us off at the entrance of the restaurant and Misato and I entered while she parked the minivan.
Fujimura-san and his children, Taki and Takaki, were waiting inside and had already started eating.
Taki is their 12 year old daughter. She is very tall (as tall as my wife but thinner), fashionable and a very pretty young girl. Her father is encouraging her to start a small business of her own in an attempt to instill a sense of independence and business savvy at an early age. Quite admirable of Mr. Fujimura. Takaki is their younger son and he is quite shy but nice. I really like this family a lot.
We ate many small dishes and Fujimura-san ordered bottle after bottle of sake, despite the fact that his wife wanted him to curtail his drinking. I stopped counting after the 7th bottle and was getting quite wasted. I have to admit that I was glad when the restaurant kindly informed us that they would be closing soon. It was already an hour past closing time but since Mr. Fujimura was a longtime customer they let us stay a lot longer than we should have.
They dropped us off at the station and we returned home. I did not sleep well that night.
The line to board the next cable car had grown quite long and it seemed that an unusual amount of time had passed since the last car departed. So Misato set off to call Noriko to let her know that we might be a little late and also to ask the station employee when the next car would arrive.
Misato came back after a long time (I was worried that the car would come and she would still be away) and informed me that there had been an accident. I had not noticed the auto traffic also backing up on the streets. Soon after the station employee walked forward and made this news available to everyone waiting. So we all filed away.
Misato called Noriko once again and they made arrangements to meet us somewhere else. So we boarded the subway train and Noriko met us nearby in her car once we exited the station. She dropped us off at the entrance of the restaurant and Misato and I entered while she parked the minivan.
Fujimura-san and his children, Taki and Takaki, were waiting inside and had already started eating.
Taki is their 12 year old daughter. She is very tall (as tall as my wife but thinner), fashionable and a very pretty young girl. Her father is encouraging her to start a small business of her own in an attempt to instill a sense of independence and business savvy at an early age. Quite admirable of Mr. Fujimura. Takaki is their younger son and he is quite shy but nice. I really like this family a lot.
We ate many small dishes and Fujimura-san ordered bottle after bottle of sake, despite the fact that his wife wanted him to curtail his drinking. I stopped counting after the 7th bottle and was getting quite wasted. I have to admit that I was glad when the restaurant kindly informed us that they would be closing soon. It was already an hour past closing time but since Mr. Fujimura was a longtime customer they let us stay a lot longer than we should have.
They dropped us off at the station and we returned home. I did not sleep well that night.
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