Travels

Sachiko is skipping town. I stumbled into her going-away party. I mean, two people invited me to this thing but neither was all too specific about for whom or for what the party was. And this was another co-op party where everybody pitches in a little something for the event. At first I thought that knowing there's something like a door fee was the sort of formality that turned a casual affair into something serious, bordering on an obligation, but I've learned to roll with it as a smart way of distributing responsibilty for festivity costs. And, like so much in Japan, just the way it is.