(This post is long overdue. I will get on my knees and apologize. m(_ _)m)
They were so wrong when they said that about 5,000 people would attend the Ramen Festival in Japantown.
There was no way it was only 5,000 people. Although I felt that there were more people on Saturday than on Sunday, there was definitely more than 5,000 people in attendance. I’m assuming that a huge group of people went through the hell that is San Francisco traffic on Saturday, and didn’t want an encore on Sunday. I went both days, with different groups.
On Saturday, my dad gave me a ride after my orthodontist appointment in Cupertino. I left Cupertino at around 10:20am, and arrived in Japantown at approximately 11:40am. It actually wasn’t bad, but consider this: we were probably in SF from 11am, and it took us over 40 minutes just to get to Japantown. My dad, usually calm and composed, became rather irritated towards the end of the drive, and I was really glad that a friend offered to give me and another friend a ride on Sunday, because my dad would’ve definitely refused. (At this point, I’m not sure how willing he would be to take me back to SF for anything other than appointments.)
Saturday was rather eventless. I mean, there was a lot of people, but what my friend, Lydia, and I did was just walk around. We bought onigiri from Nijiya Market, and hogged a table near the fountain (the group of tables near the West building entrance). Oh, we had green tea and red bean ice cream, and I bought SAO 14 from Kinokuniya, but that was pretty much it. Our other group of friends finished eating, and we headed back to a friend’s house and played Super Mario Bros. on the Wii for the rest of the day (it was actually really brutal, 4p. Mario Bros was not made for 4p. We fucked each other up so bad, I think we were ready to strangle each other.) Oh, and we saw No Face from Spirited Away. And we saw someone puke. Whee.
Sunday, was interesting.
So a friend drove another friend and I to Japantown, and while the driver friend was parking, his transmission failed on him and he backed up on a motorcycle, knocking it over. We meet up with two other new friends, and then we find out that we were 30 minutes early, since most things in Japantown doesn’t open until 11am on Sundays. (By the way, we saw Itano Tomomi, and I’ve got to say, her voice is strong. It’s just, the Peace Plaza probably isn’t the best place to hold any type of concert. I don’t know if it’s just me, but maybe she wasn’t feeling well? Seems like girls in girl groups are always getting sick, so hopefully she was fine.)
We were in Maido for about… an hour? An hour and half? Not sure, but I did come out with some beautiful stationary, since the two friends who came with me will be my new penpals.
Then we headed over to Kinokuniya for a while, before another friend joined us. (Side note: he also took 4 years of Japanese, and is planning to take the N1 in two years! I’ll be taking it this year. Another manga + anime lover!) And my friend N, being the goddammnit-over-the-rainbow-awesome person she is, got me this without my knowing:
We later ate at Suzu’s downstairs, where two other friends joined us. One of them turned out to be a middle school friend, and while he couldn’t remember my name, I’m just happy that he recognized me at all. It has been over 4 years…
After 2+ hours at a tea shop in Sunset, we eventually all went home, fucking Sundays.
That was, without a doubt, one of the best days since I came back from college.
And fuck me, but I left Kinokuniya without a Pixar postcard box, and well, lets just say that I got revenge this weekend…