Today’s deck is the Pastel Unicorn Tarot.
Didn’t I use a similar one last year around october or so? It wasn’t Luna Factory tho, and as I’ve said plenty of times: In this house we stan Luna Factory.
Today’s reading requires some extra context, so let’s go on with my day first.
We had plans today, so we took it easy until after noon and we made our way to Americamura to get to the Pinball Museum.
I did post this video from last year before leaving, though.
It’s warming up and the beach is calling to me…
BEFORE THAT, HOWEVER, we stopped by a Gashapon shop to see what they had. Hilariously they had a sign in the coin exchanger machine that was basically like “don’t just come here to change coins, we’re filming you and we’re gonna be displeased if you do so”.
After getting some stuff we took a detour to get snacks but returned to the area since it was in the same building. Remembering there was a gashapon with pins of albums by The Who, I decided to try my luck aaaaand no Tommy.
I won’t be the Pinball Wizard today.
There was also a machine with commemorative medals.
It had been a while since I went to Silver Ball Museum, they actually opened up a smaller shop downstairs as almost like an advertisement for it (basically just a couple of machines with signs saying “go to the 3rd floor for more!”).
After our stint at the Museum we hunted the two Donkis at Dotonbori because E wanted to see if she could find a passport case and/or a new wallet.
We had no luck, but I saw a sign about saying No to being complicit in Crimes and I love it because needing to say “No” instead of “いいえ” implies that only foreigners would coerce you into A Crime.
I also saw a wall of Dragon Ball-themed underwear AND NONE OF THEM HAD DOCTOR BRIEF OR FUCKING TRUNKS COME ON MAN.
We stopped by Cospa after catching our breath at a shockingly empty Doutor and then we took off to our food reservation.
We were having a fun time overall but near the end of it E took a sudden turn for the worse, puking without warning and breaking down emotionally.
Now the natural assumption was that this was just the booze, but here’s the thing: Not only does E factually have a freak liver that causes issues with some med dosages, not only is she instead the kind of drunk that perks up, not only was the unprompted puking worrying, but we factually drank less than when we went to Toriki by the aquarium.
I was so worried because she couldn’t even stand up. I kept alternating between making sure she didn’t bonk her head on the table, cleaning puke, comforting her, apologizing to other clients and so on.
God bless the shop, they gave me stuff to clean the mess and let us stay until they just had to tell us to go out because they closed.
Now, some of you might have theories on what happened, and I want you to hold on that thought for a bit.
I am not gonna go into detail about the rest of the night, here’s the two things you have to know: I kept an eye on her in general through it, and the whole ordeal was like 6-7 hours total.
By the time we arrived at the house she was just sad, a floodgates open sort of situation. By the time I saw her be more composed it was like 4AM and she had a flight in like 12 hours so we called it a day.
Now, here’s the thing: E is one of my bestest of friends, I would help her in this sort of thing as many times as needed because I know she would do the same for me, but it was all a very harrowing experience; seeing a normally composed person Not Being So, her body being clearly Not Well and so on.
In the immediate aftermath of those situations I tend to go “man, why do I bother?” despite the fact that I know exactly why I bother, because I’m compulsively nice and fighting against that nature is not worth the effort.
Today’s reading was done right before I slept and it kinda feels like it’s agreeing with that sentiment of “you know why you bother, you know why you care”.
I am going to cap this topic here with things technically from the next day because I don’t wanna talk about it in the next post if possible.
Some of you might’ve suspected a spiked drink, drugged booze and so on, and you might be right in that assumption.
This place had an all you can drink self service bar and we theorize that a bottle that E used alongside Lemon Sour might’ve been spiked somehow.
She had a sudden turn for the worse after about one hour from our first drinks, the way she was more half-asleep than drunk (down to how she talked), and more importantly, the fact that she was still feeling the after effects of SOMETHING that wasn’t a hangover.
E is fine by the way, she woke up as her old self, though we were both shaken by it all.
I also went back to the shop to tell them about it. Honestly, neither of us holds it against the shop, in fact, half of the mission was to both apologize again for the mess AND thank them for supporting us while we Went Through It. The other half was just to give them a heads up that shit happened.
What a fucking way to cap off an otherwise nice trip, man.