WALK THRU THE DOORS OF PINK ELEPHANT AND YOUD SWEAR YOUD STEPPED INTO A TIME PORTAL TO 1991.

....if it is a sunday, you may also notice the most kawaii babe youve ever seen spinning Jesus Jones and MBV behind the bar, slinging back original cocktails: Whiskey, Milk, Coffee, and a little bit of Osaka magic. That's Katsura. She's pretty much amazing, and her English is pretty much hilarious. I pretty much love her. She's pretty much really, really pretty. Me and Aaron had been bar hopping all evening in Namba, which was pretty easy as there was one crazy fucking building that had like 30 hot spots to get a good cocktail, ranging from "Ganja Acid" to "Moonwalk" to some punk rock anarchy japanese pub to, of course, the aforementioned Pink Elephant, last to open, last to close. Anyway, once we found Pink Elephant (and Katsura) we pretty much crashed there all night, listening to awesome music, drinking, eating weird shit, playing with the insane amount of Otaku paraphenlia and toys the owner had adorned his bar with, and (of course) flirting with Katsura. Theres a pretty sweet anecdote involving an Australian guy that I don't have time to rehash here, but if you ask me about some time, I'll tell you. For now, the pictures will have to suffice:

that fish blew our minds

see all those GAINAX toys on the counter? how about the nirvana record behind it?


this inexpicable japanese game was so much fun that today i actually went out and bought one.

as you may be able to tell from my eyes, id had a really rough night up until this point, so god bless aaron for talking me into staying, bc...

after that it was off to hiroshima. im sure aaron has plenty to tell you regarding that leg of our journey. for now, rock on as tho you were a true osakian: with no regard for the past ten years and a spiteful view of tokyo as a bunch of snobby assholes.
love,
Db (^_^)