My friends and I went an excursion to a hot spring last Sunday.

It was Kyoto Yunohana Onsen.

The day before the day was badly rained, but we got quite splendid weather as
clear as a fine spring day.

There were four guys in my room at the morning.

Three of them were stay over night since they helped my moving the day before
and lest of one was just dropped that night with new video-game hardware
PlayStation II.

"Wow, it's smaller than that I was expected!!"

I'd planed that I would buy them a good Chinese noodle soup after the midnight,
but we pretty excited with the gadget and played with that till just before
next morning.

I felt refreshed with breezy freshness air that wiped out our past three
packed over night cigarette smoke and guys' odor when I opened the shutters.
(We needed the shutters since my folks were scream so loudly,
and of course I was too.)

We went to our favorite McDonald's for breakfast and then took one of my
friends' Mitsubishi Shogun.

We had a silly conversation while we got the place.

By the by, the person who get a laugh is respected by others in Kansai.

I banged on A's head he'd just been starting to fall in sleep.

Fortunately, the story of a box railway-lunches, my brand new stuff,
was got a laugh.

We came down to straightly the hot spring town after we took a quick rest
at a coffee shop on the mountain path where is famous for local riders.

There were very few guests there.

Was that also the result of recession?

I'd been passing this place several times but never been dropped so this
time was actually the first time for take the bath.

Thanksfully, I found the place where provide just bathing service for their
customers at a charge of 800 yen for an adult; I had not thought renting a room.

Putting in the car to a lot, we cursorily down to the hot spring.

I found a curious thing at the dressing room.

There are some guys hung his towel to keep hiding his member from the others,
and there are some guys never care about that like me.

"Oh, you haven't worked out."

I put a comment on their beer belly, but they kick back
"You prick. we are enjoying the fucking life, though."

Yeah, they damn right.

If I put my time that I've been investing for the gym,
I could enjoy what they talking of.

Work out or hung out, I cannot judge which one should we take.

Hope, if we could both but we don't have such ambidexterity to live.

While enjoying Japanese cypress bath, we were having stupid chat.
We had pretty good time, almost two straight hours.

Bone-dried.

We left the place and were looking for some restaurant.

Unfortunately, we didn't find any fine place and
didn't have any feeling got to some chain restaurant.

Anyhow, we decided that we get down to some riverside and drink at there.

We chose Hozugawa River.

We bought foods and several of six packs and then settled. We got beer straight down our throats at a furious pace with strips of
Cheesetara, nuts, and croquettes. (I cannt forget the taste of the beer.)

Gradually we got silent while we were taking beers.

We played through the past night, and we drunk.

I wouldn't be surprised they caught some Zees.

This time I didn't bang on A's head even he'd caught a nap.

I awoke when a chesil hit my cheek.

"Let's get out of here," someone said.

It's almost half past 4 pm.

Then we got down a local town around half past 7 mp.

We were awfully hungry so I thought we needed to feast again.

"I'll pick the tab."

When I said so, they quickly reply "Yeaaaah, let's feast!"

I thought that twenty thousand yen should be enough for five guys at
regular tavern, but they really made a feast.

My credit card helped me.

But it's okay by me; I know it's gonna be a investment.

It was almost 11 pm when I got my house.

When I was my room, there is D's PlayStation II.
He left his most valuable gadget.

Truly prick.

I love my folks though. They are so dynamic and so clunk, but I love them.

I've gabbed about things, but what I want to tell you is your fellows,
I mean your congeneric friends, give you so many precious moments as same as
your S&M partners.

If you don't have any congeneric friends, you are not able to understand
about even half of its fascination and pleasure ever.

If you have some, they will twice that.

Males are apt to put their priority on females' schedules,
but you should think about your friends stuff if you got some invitation.

They helps my moving and the bacchanalia, it re-reminds me that.

We have three-day weekends, though.

What am I gonna do?

If I could enjoy Bar-B-Q with my fellows at daytime,
and then I could enjoy S&M play with my partner, but I know I could not.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll go somewhere all the three days.
I hope your great three-day weekends.


Shadow

translated by Peter Junk