The last party

The last couple of days in town were pretty much a blur of packing and last-minute shopping. On one of our last days in town, one of the students had arranged another all-you-can-eat beef night, which was fun, even if I was late for it. It was a different restaurant in the same chain as the last time that I went, which meant that the food was equally good, though the service was also rather slow. I think that the waiters dreaded stepping into our little party room, which contained about 30 Americans, half of which were male. After dinner, most everyone went out for karaoke, but my closest group of friends had opted to go wander around Shijo instead and so I went with them. We mostly looked around in various shops, talked, and then went home. My feet were a little worse for wear by then, but I had managed to pick up some last-minute gifts and spend some last-minute time with people.