Today’s deck is the Valentine’s Day Tarot.
It’s extremely amusing that the cards are all clearly existing postcards and such assigned to each one. I will take that over any AI-generated one any day.
Today’s reading advises to nurture all the connections sprouting lately, to not let my own demons stop me from ejoying them.
This will prove super prescient.
The plan today was pretty much set in stone: Go out with the Australians I met the other day, which is still kinda wild to say but I’m extremely sensitive to Bad Vibes and these peeps didn’t have them At All.
I woke up super late anyways, but the general plan was to drop by a bar called Rock Rock at around 9 or 10PM.
I took it easy, showered, went through all the motions and went out to Umeda to buy a couple of things, mainly Daiso bags to give them a couple of souvenirs. There was also a non zero chance I’d drop by Evil so I packed something for that scenario.
I took a leisurely stroll from Umeda to Shinsaibashi and on the way there was… I guess hail? It was bigger and crunchier than snow, and it was nuts to see it pile like that here in Osaka.
Following the directions I made it to Rock Rock and turns out it was like a block away from my psychiatrist’s old office. It’s basically a bar frequented by a lot of overseas musicians, the walls have Slayer and Marilyn Manson and plenty of other names on it. It makes sense since the weird inverted pyramid I like to take pics in IS a concert hall.
The others took a while but it was fine since everything was kinda crowded inside, so I just started drinking a bit while taking in the vibes. The time they all told me they were close was also when a table finally freed up.
The time prepping did its work ’cause they stole everyone’s attention. It helped that the bar was mostly foreigners
After a few drinks I confirmed Evil was open and we hauled ass there. There was a kinda funny moment where they grew REALLY concerned for someone that was passed out in fetal position and I had to explain to them how Japan is safe enough that, y’know, people will drink and do things in a way where being so drunk you pass out in fetal position is a consequence they feel they can live with.
We stormed Evil and the bartender was surprised ’cause we were all so chummy so she didn’t expect me to reveal that yeah we met literally a couple of days ago.
I gotta wonder how it looks like for someone that’s relatively speaking a normie as I keep bringing in foreigners that I met either online or just once.
Time flew by so fast we didn’t realize it was closing time. But we all ended up jumping to a different club in Dotonbori after a couple of attempts. This one was a proper dance club and there was this one dude clearly trying to sneak into the group but the Australians know how to party and keep unwanted people away.
It was an amazing night that I won’t forget anytime soon.
A bunch of other messy things were stirring in me in the aftermath also but I’ll deal with those feelings sober.
Good reminder of why I don’t drink alone at home anymore, honestly.