Unaji Showdown.

If you don't know what unaji is, I ain't going to explain it to you. On my way home from Mikuni, instead of changing trains at Juso, I have started riding the local to Umeda and switching to the Limited Express so I can get a seat. For some reason, on Monday, there were all of these girls in yukata. I don't think there was a matsuri in Kyoto on Monday, but it is Kyoto so you never know. I think they were probably working somewhere though. I got on the train and ended up in the seat behind these young ladies. For a man hooked on the unaji, it was a trying ride as they spent the hour redoing each others hair and makeup. Help me. Help me.