Went out to town with V and M. We wanted to go to get Unagi and a super famous Unagi restaurant in town but when we got there at 11am, they said they would probably only have space for us at 2.30pm. They were that popular.
In the end we ended up having Yakisoba, which was equally delicious. We all had the regular sized portion but on hindsight, I definitely could have finished an upsized portion because the noodles were so light it didn’t feel that filling. In the end we demolished our piles of Yakisoba entirely.
On the way back, passed by a quaint Zakka style shop, called Gallery Moyu, selling beautifully curated pieces. On the second floor, I saw some pieces that were so prettily decorated with slip. Turns out they offered trial class to learn to decorate the pieces. I ended up signing for a trial class for the next week. Though they normally closed on Tues and Wed, they were kind enough to open up the place for me the next Tuesday for the lesson.
It was soon time for the next bisque fire. It’s that time that we need to decide what we want to throw out versus what we want to keep. In the end quite a few things that had seemed nice after I’d thrown them had ‘mysteriously’ developed a whole bunch of flaws in the past few days. ;p Funny how that happens. I notice things like an lopsided base, or ugly trimming, overall shape that doesn’t quite spark joy… and in the end decided on a whole bunch of items to recycle. I asked Sensei whether he ever felt a stab of pain when he decided to chuck pieces away for recycling. He said that well, in the end it’s more important to think about why those pieces didn’t work out. There’s always a reason and it’s important to reflect on what the problems were.
We went for the most interesting event that night. When we’d gone to Pupu Cafe they were advertising a live concert event. I think we all had envisaged that it would be a jazzy type live concert held at the cafe itself. In the end it turns out they were organising a concert featuring dancers who would be performing Belly Dance…Tahitian Dance, Hula Dance… and there would be a singer as well. We ended up buying tickets for it. It was held at Parti Seto building right near the station. A place that’s more like a lounge/karaoke bar with a space for dancing, it was a very cozy event. Felt like most people probably knew each other or were friends/family of the host/dancer (the daughter of the Pupu Cafe owner). Am sure they were surprised to see foreigners like us there but they very kindly allocated a seat for us with a great view of the dance floor.
Boy, was it an unexpected line up of dance styles! I’d never seen anything apart from Belly Dancing (and only on some online music videos at that) so it was incredible seeing styles as diverse as Tahitian Dancing… in a small town like Seto. Definitely felt incredibly surreal. But those dancers were really excellent. Amidst the vigorous butt shaking, and happy cheers from the middle aged men in the audience, some running forward to take photos and film their favorite dancers… it was all an atmosphere of conviviality and good fun. Am glad we got to be a part of that night.
Wrote in my journal that night:
“Did some throwing
Still trying to figure out base of chawan or bowl
Sensei taught us about plates
still long way to go
Threw out some babies
Important thing is reflecting on what went wrong
and how to get better”