Boats in the Night

On Monday J didn’t have Irimachi (The opposite of Demachi, at Irimachi you accompany the actress to the stage door) until after 11am, and I was certain that I had things to get done, so after a quick breakfast at Vie France we went our separate ways. Fortunately or unfortunately the busy day that I had envisioned was not to be, so I ran a couple quick errands and headed to Takarazuka to meet up with J. The sakura were even more beautiful with a blue sky for their backdrop, though it was still windy and cold as before. When we met back up J’s fan club offered me a ticket to the special event that was that evening, so J and I started to plan a day around the idea of hanging around all afternoon and then having dinner together after the show. It was, sadly, not to be. J got an email from my school asking to have me call them and I found out that I was supposed to meet the Real Estate people at the school that afternoon at 4:30. I thought about trying to make it there and back in time for the show but since I had no idea how long it was going to take I opted to decline the ticket instead. Instead we hung around for a little bit, took print club photos, ate some hanami dango (flower-viewing dumplings) under the sakura and then parted ways at the station with a promise to have dinner after J was back from the show.
As it turned out, I had misunderstood the woman on the phone, so when I arrived at the school at 4:30 I was just told by the Real Estate person that I was going to need an official name stamp and 200,000 JPY by the 6th at the latest or else I’d loose the apartment. We made an appointment for the 6th and I left a little annoyed that I had cancelled my other plans for something that could have been done over the phone. What I learned only the following day, however, was that I was supposed to be there at 4pm so that I could go to their office and start squaring things away and meet all the necessary parties. Oops. I went back to my hotel, sent off the necessary account information and read/dozed/practiced pointe in the deserted hallway for awhile. J was back late, but luckily FaKin is open until very late so we grabbed some burger sets, chatted a bit and then fell fast asleep back in our hotel beds.