IrishOboe

Friday toward the end of work I c-mailed Mark (that’s text messaging between AU customers; if US cell phones were this complicated I certainly didn’t know about it) about the Fujiyoshida Fire Festival because he said his supervisor was going to us but I didn’t know what time. He said she couldn’t go but that Megan was going but might not have room. I figured that meant I wasn’t going (I mean, who needs to drive 1 ½ hours just to see more fireworks with a huge crowd of people?), but when I came home Mark said “We leave for the station in 5min to meet Megan.” What? I needed to unpack my stuff and cool off and change and think about what I wanted for the trip. It wasn’t going to happen so I said I didn’t want to see more fireworks but Mark said it was a fire festival not a fireworks festival. That sounded much more local and interesting so I decided to go. I threw my lunch stuff in the sink and quickly got ready. If only I’d known what I was getting ready for . . . (More)