THUG LYFFFFEEE

Last night I went to another of Tokyo’s many clubs.  It was in Shibuya.  I have never been checked out by so many chicks in my LIFE.  And yet, I wanted none of them.  Like honestly it was insane.  Everywhere I turned, chicks were checking me out (until i got into my funk).  I guess I was wearing that one gray shirt that Rob/Emily picked out for me that makes me look muscley.  I am pretty sure I had girls come up and stand next to me so that I would talk to them.  I DIDN’T DO IT THOUGH.  Clubbing chicks don’t turn me on.  Well, don’t turn me on enough to want physically go up and talk to them.  I guess I really do cblock myself constantly.  I mean, you don’t even have to be suave with these girls.  Introduce yourself, say a few stupid things and then dance with them.  Its just not my scene.  Now chicks that I WANT, thats an entire different scenario.  I can’t get them to notice me for a second.  Probably because I show interest.  Chicks hate that.  It makes too much sense.  They much rather play some bullshit game.  SORRY I STARTED RANTING ~QUIT.

ANYWHO, this club was totally for Japanese people that want to be black.  There were so many Japanese guys there wearing the thugiest clothes ever.  Red handkerchiefs and all.  It was called pure.  You pay 35 bucks to get in and its all you can drink.  They give you a cup when you walk in.  Its pretty much a glorified college party.  If the cups were those big plastic red ones and there was a keg that Scott could take over then it would be like being in Carbondale all over again.  So the cups were really small and there was tons of people there so we pretty much stood by the bar for about an hour and a half just pounding beers.  The beers were so small and watery that the transition from sobrity to intoxication was undetectable.  It wasn’t one of those, your sober one second, a drooling moron the second.  No.  I honestly had no idea I was drunk for a long time.  Oh that changed.  I ended up getting shots at one point.  I dont know why.  I didn’t even want shots.  I think Japanese people were giving them to me.   So I did my usual routine at a club.  I drank with my friends for about half the time.  Then the second half they went and danced and had fun while I stood somewhere and sulked/coxed out.   I get into a funk and look angry.  So yea, that makes people avoid me.  Funny thing is that I would rather be in a bad mood at a club then sitting in my room watching episodes of scrubs.   I don’t remember the walk home.  Its pretty much a blur.  Then I went online and ranted at my friends for an hour about how I can’t get girls.  I also did the ceremonial, say something really stupid on lai’s xanga.  I tried playing CoD4 and went 2 and 10 withing like 3 minutes and decided it wasn’t worth it.  I may have listened to music loudly.  I don’t remember.  I do know that I went to bed around 830.  I am so tired.  Hey guys, could you keep it down I haven’t slept in like 5 weeks.

I went to a snack bar (I was drunk when I posted this)

Oh man. I am pra drunk right now. This is going to be some bad story telling but I will forget what happened if I dont say it. Well, now that I think about it I guess not that much happened but it was still pretty different. So yea, I came home from a long week of paper writing. I sat down and watched a bunch of episodes of scrubs. Then my roommate im’s me and says, “Hey do you want to go to a party in shibuya?”. I am pra tired at this point but I say sure why not. We decide to go eat before hand and we ended up staying at some italian restaurant for a long time. We decide its not worth going to that party so we go to some bar that my roommates went to and said was awesome. WASNT IMPRESS! But the owner did give us some free beer so that was sweet. It would have been better if the people that were there when my roommates went were there but they werent. After that we went to a snack bar. Snack bars are bars that have womens working there that talk to you. Thats their job. You go there and talk to chicks that pretend to be interested in you. Let me PHIL you in a little bit. In my town, all the chicks that work at these bars are from the phillipeans. They are pretty much just glorified whores. In fact, I am pretty sure they were working the corner in shifts while we were in the bar. Anywho, these girls are like crappier versions of hostesses. They are supposed to entertain you. My roommate and I had some of the hotter girls working at the bar. Now, the Phillipeans were a colony of America for a very long time, so these phils all know English. Good for me, because I am at a drunken point where I dont even want to bother with Japanese. Even so, we go back and forth with Japanese. Now, I said that we had the hotter of the group of phils that worked there but I definitely did not have the more talkative of the group. I had to make this girl talk to me the entire time I was there. I really had to dig. Honestly, when I was in the bathroom I was thinking of things to say to her. Thats how dry she was. My roommate on the other hand, was having a great time. He was dancing with chicks and he had a talkative girl that gave him a (probablyfake) phone email. Honestly bullshit, I got screwed. My roommates girl knew how to fool with a guy. She kept saying how handsome I was. My girl didnt say anything worthwhile. Actually, when we walked in all the phils yelled and totally laughed. I am almost POSITIVE they were making fun of us. I called them out on it but they said no. I say its bullshit. It was a great experience to have but I do not plan on ever doing it again. At least not with mean phils. I will stick to reserved Japanese girls that keep their criticisms to themselves and pretend to like you better.

Also on the way back, I brought a little carbondale to japan. So there is this apartment complex that is empty and my roommates and I all think that they shoot porn there. Expensive porn. They come there with lighting and cameras on a regular basis. One of my roommates swears he saw some woman in a robe outside the building once. So anyways, we went on the second floor where they always shoot and pissed on a couple of the handles. I had to really go so I made a huge mess. Childish and disgusting? Yes. Hilarious? You better believe it. THAT ONE WAS FOR YOU SCOTT!

A night of lies and guys in drag

Yea so last Saturday was one of my greatest adventures so far in Japan. I hung out with my friend Paulo, who I met on my last Japan trip. This guy has a history of being a great partier so I had extremely high hopes. They were met.

The night started off slow. We met at Gotanda, dressed up in suits and looking snazzy. We spent maybe an hour there looking for a shoe store with big shoes. They aren’t that big by american standards but they are by Japanese standards. They had pictures of sumo wrestlers and possible Japanese basketball players, shopping at their store. It was pretty sweet and I will most likely go back when the need for shoes arises. After getting shoes we took a decently long train ride to this place that I dont remember. Our fun starts here. We went to this international mixer party at this town hall. The deal was that if you were from a country other than Japan or America, you got in for free. He had signed us up a few weeks before for this and of course, forgot what country he had said that I was from. When we get there, they have a list of all the people that had reservations. They ask Paulo where he is from and while they do that I checked the list. Angeria…. Angeria? Where the heck is that? It must be Algeria. He had freaking told them that I was from Algeria. I know absolutely nothing about Algeria. I don’t even know where it is located on the map (found that out later). So we go into the party and have trouble holding in our laughter. This party is full of duds and old people. We are clearly overdressed and blow all these guys out of the water. They have a bunch of tables set up with drinks and food and we make it apparent what we came for. I ate nearly a whole plate of these fried chicken things and we started downing all their beer and wine. It was pretty hilarious because we weren’t talking to anyone. We were just stuffing ourselves. This guy from the staff eventually comes over to me and starts talking. I see out of the corner of my eye that Paulo is listening to my conversation which only makes it harder to lie. I have to tell this guy (and everyone he introduces me to) that I am from Algeria. Actually we probably didn’t have to but it made it more fun. My go to lie was that I was born in Algeria but lived most of my life in Chicago. As the night went on, my lies got deeper and more fun to say. One guy was like, “Wow, Id really like to go to Algeria,” and I was like, “no you dont, it sucks”. That had Paulo cracking up. My lies were so terribly obvious but everyone fell for it. So the guy I was talking to was hellbent on getting me hooked up with girls. One of the questions he asks me right off the bat is, “Do you like Japanese girls?” I told him that they are nice. He then drags me over to these OL’s (office ladies) and makes me talk to them. One was really old and the other one was sorta old but not that bad looking. These chicks thought I was a genius. Every time I spoke in Japanese they were so impressed. This is pretty common with Japanese people but I usually don’t get the genius compliment. They also said, “Has anyone ever told you look like Orlando Bloom?”. Yea so that isn’t a fluke anymore. It even spans different generations of Japanese women. They seem to all think I look like him. Damn asians thinking all white people look the same. Yea so the best part about lieing to these chicks was that this guy came over who was from Ireland but lived most of his life in America. This guy had to know everything I was saying was a lie because he totally came into the conversation when I was talking about getting American citizenship and crap and how I had to give up my Algerian citizenship. He didn’t say anything though because he was a big twerp and he was probably just fuming that none of the ladies wanted anything to do with him.　　OWNED! So before we left there we pounded a bunch of glasses of wine and beer. By this point I have a decent buzz going because they really didn’t have enough food there. As we leave, Paulo tries to tries to talk to the only two girls that are young at the party but they were totally more interested in talking to creepy old men than us. We got rocked. On a side note, I found out that these mixer parties are really popular in Japan (actually I JUST remembered that they have them at schools too and are called コンパ　or konpa) and they have ones that are much bigger with younger people at them. Yea Im going to one.

After that party we ended up going to Roppongi. I know I said that I hate Roppongi but this time was pretty fun. We walk down the street for a while dodging African guys when all of a sudden this white guy comes up and is like, “PAULO! How’s it going! Long time no see. Want to come in for a drink?” I was super confused. We ended up going into the bar. It was totally empty. In fact, all the bars we went to were empty because it was only around 10 oclock and things dont start getting crowded till after 12. Paulo picks out a drink for me since I asked him to (he paid for my whole night). It tasted pretty good but it was weak. I say outloud, “Yea this is kinda fruity…”. The bartender is like, “Oh, so you want it stronger eh?” He reaches behind himself and pulls out a bottle of bacardi 151 and proceeds to pour it into my drink for maybe 5 or 6 seconds. “Strong enough for you?” I reply, “Umm, yes?” He could have lit it on fire but it was still very tolerable. We didn’t stay very long but he tried to teach us these cup tricks involving balancing a cup on your hand while you twist your arm around. It was hard and I always dropped the cup. After that bar, we walk a little farther down the street when we run into some irish guy that ALSO knows Paulo. He is totally trying to be friendly with Paulo but also trying to make a sale. It was kind of funny. He’s like, “Let me get my business card from upstairs just so we can get together sometime”. We went upstairs and lo and behold, its a strip club. I have never been to a strip club in my life and now I have just had one totally thrown onto me. It was quite a surprise. This girl took money out of this guys teeth with her boobs while he was laying on the ground. It was pretty funny. So hey, now I’ve been to a strip club. We stayed there for like 4 minutes before we left. I am pretty sure the guy took the business card out of his pocket but was sad to see that we weren’t interested. Well, Im sure Paulo would have liked to stay if we had more time but when you live in Japan, the train owns you and we had to make the last one back to his town. We left that place and walked a little more down the street to get to the actual destination we intended to go to in the first place. A little background. Paulo is a deviant. The last day of the Japan trip he went to Roppongi and went to Gas Panic to get girls. He was going home with two girls at once when this one girl’s friend came up to him and told him that she had been watching him all night but was too shy to talk to him. He ended up talking to the girl and spent the whole night talking to her and going to breakfast and museums and crap. This was the girl we were meeting that night. I was interested in seeing the girl that made Paulo not be dirty. She was totally not good looking and I was surprised. He is a big softy randomly sometimes its weird. She totally talked to us for like 30 seconds then had to go back to work at the club we were at. We went out there for nothing but I got a lot of nice stories from it.

We had a long train ride to the town he was staying at. By this time I am pretty dang buzzed but the drinking has just started. We went to a hostess bar. I was really excited to go to one because I had heard so much about them. A hostess bar is where you can go to have hot ladies pour you drinks and pretend to like you. Its a huge fantasy. They are like glorified prostitutes really but you don’t have to go to a hostess bar for banging if you don’t want to. Thats not their primary job at all and that stuff usually happens on the side. I had a good feeling about this bar because Paulo teaches the owner and some of the girls there english so all the drinks were going to be free (I wasn’t paying that night anyways but still it was cool). So we walk into this place and what is the first thing I see? A guy in drag. I was shocked and incredibly disappointed. Hostess bars are supposed to have HOT girls not guys in freaking drag. In fact, this was the main person that we had at our table the whole night. He wasn’t a hot hostess but he was definitely really interesting and gave me a story for life thats for sure. He kept trying to do aikido crap on me. He was doing all these finger breaks and tried doing this elbow bendy thing. After a while I just got tired of it (he tried doing it the whole time I was there) and I would just over power him. Or Id make a fist and he was too weak to unclench my fist. I punched him a few times too actually in the thigh because I was getting pissed off but he said he was just joking. I could have killed him. While all this crap is happening, I was getting fed drinks. I didn’t even ask for them. In the end I ended up having to ask for water and refuse the drinks because I was pretty damn soused. We actually had a girl come to our table. She was apparenlty from America and was a single mom. She spoke Japanese fluently because she said she had lived here for 6 years. Funny thing is that her english had a weird accent. I was too drunk to figure it out but most likely this was all an act. I don’t know why she was playing this sob story game because she wasn’t getting any money from us so thats the only thing that makes me question her. She told us that she was dating some marine guy and that they were gonna get married. I told her she was getting lied to and it wasn’t gonna happen. Most marine guys stationed in Japan are scum. Id have more to speak about this place but I was too drunk to remember any of the conversations we had besides the sob-story. We got a ride with the “single mom” to another part of town.

We went to a new bar that was pretty empty. It would have been boring except for the fact that as long as there are a few girls at a bar, you can have fun. I ended up talking to this group of japanese people about something. I don’t remember what it was but I do know that it was a Japanese conversation and thats all that matters. I then talked to probably the hottest chick I have so far met in one of these bar encounters. When I am drunk I dont lose my judgement in hotness and this chick was pretty damn hot. She spoke a ton of english too. We talked for quite a bit. It was such a game. We kept talking about how we needed to see each other again and who needed to go out of their way to meet up with the other. When I woke up the next day and assessed the conversation we had, I realized how much she was just playing with me but it didn’t really matter. When I get drunk, I don’t want girls. I just want to talk to them and be stupid. We did stupid crap like rest our heads together as we looked through our cell phones and crap and i was like semi hugging her with my other hand. This is pretty much the only female contact I have gotten in a year so it was pretty fun.

All and all a great night. I ate mcdonalds twice. Here they have this sandwich called the McPork. It sounded so gross so I have been reluctant to eat it but I finally worked up the courage. Yea it was awesome. I suggest if you guys come to visit me, you definitely need to try a McPork sandwich.

Blind dates with older girls = I have no money for real now

Alright well let me explain.  I don’t think about abbie on a regular basis or at all for the most part.  It was just that particular situation that owned me so Im not really letting her hold me back in any way other than by not allowing me to be with dirty club girls.  If anything I could see that as a positive.

Last night I went out with Derrick and his seemly new girlfriend and a few of her friends.  They are all office ladies and have money.  This should have been a red flag for me about having dinner with them.  We went to a sushi place and the bill for each person was over 4000 yen which is like 34 bucks each.  Yea I have 0 dollars total now so I cant do anything anymore.  The night would have been better except it felt as if I was put in a blind date situation.  The one girl that was the cutest spoke very little english and was really really boring.  If that wasn’t enough, shes one of those clubing types and made out with this douche bag named andrew that LAUGHS AFTER EVERY SENTENCE HE SAYS.  No exaggeration.  I want to kill him every time he opens his mouth.  You know spicolli from fast times at ridgemont high?  He sounds just like that but hes not from california.  She said it was cute.  Im not gonna associate with any chick that find that guy attractive.  Thats like putting me at his level which is a huge insult.  The other girl was really cool and nice.  She also had a nice body but her face and teeth…  Couldn’t over look that.  I talked to her the most because at least she spoke a decent amount of english and liked a lot of good music.  There always seems to be one blaring problem with the girls I meet in japan.  I really tried to over look the cute girls boringness and tried to make her come out of her shell but she just acted like a big baby the whole night.  She wouldn’t sing karaoke.  Aren’t you japanese?  She wouldn’t let me carry her on my shoulder with her friend till she was pretty much forced to do it.  She also wouldn’t just wear my damn glasses when I asked her to try them on.  I wouldn’t have felt as much pressure to talk to these girls if it wasn’t for Derrick telling me that his girlfriend said that they were interested.  I couldn’t see the interest at all.  The one “cute” one kept doing crap like not sitting next to me at karaoke or on the train.  Before I am accused of coming on too strong, I can say with all seriousness that I wasn’t.  She was just a tard.  The other one was totally into anything I asked her to do and she sang at karaoke.  She knew most of the songs I sang and sang with me and she was totally down for riding on my shoulder.  We also all ended up staying at one of those all night manga places for peolpe that miss the last train home and she read some manga that I had told her I liked.  Yea she was definitely the coolest.  She was also the closest to my age.  She is around 10 months older than me where the stick in the mud cute girl was 25 or 26.  As usual though, she was only friend material.  Well, I will at least have a lot of friends when I leave japan.  Im sure that over time I will find someone so I don’t particularly feel that bad about it.  This night though was like a giant blind date outing for me so it was way too much pressure and I couldn’t just relax and have a good time.

A Night In Roppongi

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Tonight, I finally went to roppongi. It was pretty much everything I expected. Because it is 8 oclock in the morning I am going to keep this post concise. We went to roppongi at about 830. It was everything I expected. I got harrsed by nigerian guys to go i their clubs and there were hot chicks everywhere. The first bar we went into was pretty lackluster. It was an irish pub called the hub (huck yuck that rhymes), We ended up sitting with this group of super drunk japanese guys and talking to them about random stuff. Then called over two girls to which i was totally uninterested in. They were cool I guess but kinda boring and not terribly good looking (SHALLOW SO?!) . We talked to them for at least an hour and decided it was time to move on. We went to a new recommended place called homestead beer. All the guys at this place were either jacked up or rich. We stood no chance. Im pretty sure this was a cougar bar for cougars that wanted rich, young, salary men. I went up to this group of girls and they totally laughed at me. I asked them how their night was going in japanaese. I realized that this was totally a pick up line type deal . Anywhere else it would be undestood that I am just practicing my japanese, but at this place its just a pick up line. I got laughed at and really didnt care because on closer inspection, the girls werent good looking (i dont wear glasses during tomcatting). We came to the conclusion that we needed to go to the sluttiest of all roppongi bars to feel satisfied. The sluttiest being gas panic. Gas Panic is a chain of clubs in Japan that is the meeting ground for the sluts of Japan. The second we walked in, all the stories were confired. The girls dancing on the bar, all the dirty gaijin, and the assholes making sure we paid for drinks. It was totally a dance club. Within maybe, 10 minutes, my nerdy friend Kelsey had a girl. Then Derrick had a girl. As easy as it was to get a girl, I had this overwhelming power come over me. I couldnt bring myself to dance/talk to these girls. They were right there and I am a lonely bastard but I couldnt do it. The second I saw these girls I just thought of abbie and how she cheated on me. I thought of how the situation I was in was exactly the same as the ones she was in when she cheated on me or acting like a slut and I yelled at her ( I know this because she cheated on me on her birthday when I took her out and it was a similar atmosphere). I couldn’t do it. I wanted to so bad. The yearning was so much that I wanted to scream but the girls just reminded me of how disgusted I was with abbie when she screwed me over and I couldn’t do it. The girls were tainted in my eyes and I couldn’t have them. I pretty much just drank/walked around by myself the rest of the night. Im not even sure how I got home. I remember getting on the line home and laughing to myself because I had no idea how I got on it. Actually, I had no idea how I got in the line preceding the line home. As I type this I am pretty hammered but coherent enough to type this post to you guys. Oh, the two most eye opening occurances of the night were the following; my friends high fived the fucks that I hate from my dorm that we constantly make fun of which just made me feel as if we were on the same level even thoug I didnt high five them. Also the girl (from the dorm) that looks like abbie was skank dancing with some guy and it kinda made me want to die. End of transmission.

I forgot to say that crazy nigerian guys tried to hassle us into going to their bars. Every bar thats big enough in roppongi, has a nigerian guy to rope people into going into their bars. Its really insane. I believed people when they told me that these people existed but I needed to experience it to totally accept it. Yea, they totally try and force you into the bars. They like, grab your arm and tell you you can get tits and whatnot and its really funny. There is also massage parlor girls that ask you if you want massages and that is also really funny because any guy with half a brain can get a “massage” for free at any bar in roppongi. Its still great how direct they are.

In addition:  Now that I am sober I can elaborate more on the night.  Well just a few points anyways.  When I was told that getting girls in roppongi was like shooting fish in a barrel, I believed it but I still didn’t understand the degree of easiness.  When I say my friend kesley got a girl in  10 minutes, it was more like 5 minutes.  We were all standing in a close circle in sort of a gay fashion when out of nowhere this girl comes up and just pulls Kelsey away.  Derrick and I were totally speechless.  It was almost surreal.  He did absolutely nothing to stand out in any way at all and he was gone.  I couldn’t believe it.  Later I found out that she was apparently not good looking and kelsey had to escape from her.  He ended up going to another gas panic and danced a supposed real hot chick.  Derrick was with these two girls that spoke fluent english and he really likes the one.   They exchanged phone numbers and she actually texted him.  In Japan, it used to be that you give eachother business cards when you meet but now people exchange phone profiles for texting.  When I first experienced this I thought it ment that the girls like you.  Nope.  Usually its just a common curdousy and they might have no intentions of ever talking to you again.  This girl must have liked derrick though.  Where was I while all of this was happening you ask?  Getting stone drunk at the bar by myself and feeling miserable.  There were girls just dancing on the bar directly in front of me.  They really sucked at dancing.  Japanese people can’t dance.  Its not even intimidating to go to these clubs because everyone sucks so bad at dancing.  I had their legs in my face and I couldn’t care less.  I just kept drinking.  I’ve only been depressed drunk twice in my life and they both happened in japan.  Oh and also, Mike pointed out to me today that when I asked those girls “hows your night?”, what I actually said was “how is tonight?” implying that I wanted to have sex with them.  Yea that might explain why they laughed and one girl just immediately walked away.  I got so owned.  LOST IN TRANSLATION.  I should have just said whats up in english because I knew they spoke english.   Man that is the most retarded thing I have ever said in my life.  I never talk to chicks to pick them up so directly and the first time I do it, the first thing I say is “Want to have sex?”  Im going to be telling that story for the rest of my life.

Tokyo Game Show and Diablo 2

Alright this weekend was sorta eventful looking back I guess. On Friday I had my first taste of shabu shabu. All shabu shabu is, is an all you can eat place where they give you these really thin pieces of meat that you dip in this fishy broth stuff that cooks it nearly instantly. I wasn’t really impressed. I was just there to eat loads of meat. I was cramming my face for most of the time I was there. You pay for a certain amount of time. We paid for an hour and a half of time. Thats a lot of time to eat. I was slowing around 40 minutes but I pressed on. By about 20 minutes, you are kind of tired of eating though. Wait no, I went there on Saturday. Friday I went to shibuya. This place is probably one of the busiest places in tokyo. It has the huge intersection that has thousands of people cross it at once. Its insane. The place for drinking though didn’t impress me. First off, I was late to the party because I had been waiting for a friend to visit me at a train station but he never came because he was at a job interview that ran late. So I got to this nomihoudai maybe 10 minutes late. Every minute counts at these places. It cost me 35 bucks and I had better be pretty dang happy when I leave the place. The one we went to was actually a nomihoudai with 8 courses so I got to eat too. Wasn’t impressed with the place. We had two new girls that we were hanging out with but they were boring and that aggrivated me. Also we had our own booth so we couldn’t talk to other tables which was also lame. We met up with aya and her friend that looks and sounds like a crow afterwards. We went to a regular bar and it sorta sucked. We almost got kicked out because we were singing the National Anthem and “America, FUCK YEA” really really loud. It sucked there anyways. Aya and her friend were smoking a lot and it pissed me off because I hate it when chicks smoke. The whole night I would rate as a 6 compared to the other nights that I would rate as like 9.5′s. Those were near perfect.

The next day, Kelsey and I went to the Tokyo Game Show. It was quite a ways to get there but it was pretty sweet. We had to wait in this massive line to get in and it was super hot and sweaty. This one blimp flew over us and it honestly looked like the pilot was drunk. He was swerving all over the place. I assume it was because of wind but Im gonna remember him just being drunk. The crazy thing was that the blimp had speakers on it shouting advertisements at us. A little overkill seeing as we were just about to entire what is pretty much an advertisement convention. When you walk in, the first booth you see is koei. We were totally excited so we wanted to wait in a line for something. We got in line for some dynasty warriors mmo game then realized how boring it looked and is so we started walking around. Im not going to go into great detail about it but I played the following: Crysis, little big planet, guitar hero 3, time crisis 4, No more heroes and Hot shots golf for wii. I may have played more but I cant remember. Little Big Planet totally surprised me. It was really fun. Only if you play with friends though. We played sabatoge on gh3. I played on expert. The lady just started laughing when I picked it because she was telling everyone to not even play on hard but I rocked it because it was really really easy and Im not a noob. It would have been better if I wasn’t playing on a damn lcd screen because it was lagging really bad. No more heroes was fun too. Its like a more engaging killer 7. I thought crysis was kind of a let down. I was expecting it to look better. Actually I think a few of the settings were turned down because their computer kept overheating. Ill be downloading that game, not buying. Out of all the booths, this weird game called PaperMan had the best booth babes. All of them were really hot. Microsoft had the worst. They all sorta sucked minus one that was soop hot. All the video stimulation carried over to the shabu shabu place and derrick and kelsey both decided that we all needed to start lanning diablo 2. So yea, the past 3 days we have been lanning diablo 2 with expansion. We are only on act 2 in nightmare. Those two played so much diablo back in the day so they know what they are doing. I on the other hand don’t know as much but im doing alright. We made some duped runes so we have over 1000 magic find but we still get crappy items a lot.

So yea, that was pretty much all we did this weekend. Kind of unimpressive minus tokyo game show. This weekend for sure Im going tomcatting.

飲み放題に行こう！

Man last night was pretty sweet. It went better than I had expected. We decided last weekend that we were all going to go to shinjuku and go to a nomihoudai for the night. I was a little skeptical that it would be fun because, well I dont know why I am just a negative nancy. Before we went out, our school had a pizza party in the lounge. I only got one slice of pizza and I was really pissed. Also all these people were there and it was pissing me off. I think it was a mix of not eating all day and the horrible way that they ran the food. For one thing, they had hotdogs but they didn’t cook them before hand. They only had one of those hot dog rolling machine deals where it turns the hot dogs on rollers. They could only cook 8 at a time. 8 AT A TIME FOR LIKE 200 PEOPLE! I was so pissed. What moron does that? Also they got the pizza 30 minutes late and they didn’t get it all at once. It came in shifts. They didn’t have any line for any of hte food. It was just a mass of people that ran up to the tables taking multiple slices. I really wanted more than one slice but I wasn’t gonna be a jerk and take like 4 slices when there wasn’t enough pizza for everyone. So yea, I was in a bad mood and I had this feeling that it would carry on through the night.

This one guy and I walked back and talked about chicks. It was aight. We got back and I just ate a loaf of this pumpkin bread stuff. It sorta sucked. This one guy had bought what he said was gin and tonic. It turned out he got gin and just carbonated water. It was disgusting. 18 year olds dont know anything. I was like, “if it was tonic water, it would have said tonic water”. So I choked down one glass of that and it just made me tired. So the night is still going crappily. Me and about 3 other guys head out for shinjuku after this. It was a decently long train ride and it was packed. Shinjuku is an awesome part of Tokyo. There is tons of lights and hot chicks. There was this big building that had a bunch of the windows light up to look like old school donkey kong. We had to wait around for a while because this one group of people decided to walk to shinjuku from school. Thats like over a 3 hour walk. They were big tards. We also waited for this other guy to get back from some date in a different part of Tokyo. I don’t mind waiting. These two guy hassled me into speaking japanese and I just stumbled over Japanese in my usual manner. I used to think that it was pointless to say short sentences because I already know that kind of basic Japanese. I was wrong though because I know it but I cant say it fluidly. I trip up and leave out little basic things or I speak like a robot.

Anywho, we waited for the people to come to us and while we waited we just drank huge beers right in front of the station. Hundreds of people just walking by and we are sitting on the ground drinking big beers. I love Japan. When everyone was together we started to hunt for the nomihoudai. Shinjuku is huge and layered. There are stores 6 floors up in most of the buildings so finding stuff is really hard. This one gusepach guy I hang out with named mike was starting to get pissy as usual. Hes such a gusepach but hes cool. He just gets super pissed about the littlest things. Especially if he thinks he has gotten disrespected. One good example of this was when this one girl didn’t talk about him and I not being in this picture on facebook. It said something like, “heres everyone except for kelsy”. He shows me the picture and is like, “DOESN’T THIS PISS YOU OFF?”. I was like, umm no?

Back to the story, we turn this corner and there is a chick in a maid outfit, a chick dressed like a bunny maid, and maybe another maid only shes wearing a super skanky maid outfit. It was so hot. We asked if we could take pictures of them but they said no. They totally had this sleezy body guard guy watching over them. He wasn’t even big but he looked like hed shank you in a second. He just stood there with his arms folded, super greasy hair and looking pissed. It was awesome. We cross the street and mike starts to talk to this one guy on the street. Since the stores are so layered in this place, they put out “recruiters” to get people to come to their place. This guy told us about a nomihoudai we could go to for only 25 bucks. We could stay all night if we want. I know I’ve explained nomihoudais before but Ill explain it again. Its roughly translated to “drinking buffet”. You pay one fee and drink as much as you want. We stayed there for like 2 and a half hours and I was plastered. I don’t quite remember everything half way through and after it. We were super loud and obnoxious. I totally taught everyone to do the heater high five and we did a huge round of it with 9 people. They dont totally know how to do it right so I guess we did a modified version where instead of spazzing when we get to the end we all do a huge group high five. I dont remember why we did it but it was sweet whatever it was. I arm wrestled people and got dominated by this guy named aaron. Hes super jacked up. I told him that Im gonna try and beat him by the end of the summer. He doesn’t work out hes just huge. Ill probably get destroyed. I lost to the mike guy with my right arm because i was drunk and I had just blown out my arm trying to arm wrestle aaron. I beat him with my left hand though because it wasn’t wasted. Have you guys ever tried flexing when you are drunk and feel like your muscles are mush? I like cant control my muscles when Im drunk. Its like Im at half strength its weird.

ANYWHO, yea it was tons of fun. We left there and waited for Aaron’s girlfriend’s brother to meet up with us. He was pretty cool and his girlfriend was cool too. They barely spoke english at all so I was talking to them in Japanese. It was honestly, from what I can remember, the first time I wasn’t nervous when talking in Japanese. Unfortunately, by this point I was so hammered that I could barely remember any Japanese so I just sounded like a tard and I also kept saying all my sentences like they were questions. DONT CARE IT WAS SWEET. It sorta partially cured me of my fear maybe. Im going to start talking in Japanese a lot more hopefully. At this point of the night I pretty much have to be lead by someone pulling my hand because I have no idea how we got to the place we went to. I know I took an elevator to get there. It was a really tiny bar. Our group of friends pretty much filled the whole place if thats any sign of how small this place was. There were totally these drunk guys just passed out at one table sleeping. I think I had more beer at this place but Im not sure. I had no money by this point but people were definitely buying me things. I think I ate some food. Yea I did, it was like pickled stuff and then i had these chicken dealies. Oh and either before or after we went to this bar, we went to mcdonalds and I ate this burger called the tsukimi burger. Its pretty much a giant breakfast sandwich with this weird pepper sauce. It was delicious.

It was a full night of partying but it was time to go home. By the time we get out of the bar, the sun is already starting to show. We walk to the station and still have to wait 30 minutes for the first train to come. Everyone is absolutely dead but I am strangely awake. We get back, go to a convenience store, buy some ice cream, and get to the dorm. All the guys take a shower and we talk about stupid stuff that I dont remember. I just remember it being stupid. Maybe it was about cartoons? I went back to my room and talked to burger and nate. Nate and I talked in all caps and it ruled. I think I went to bed around 630 or 7 in the morning. When I woke up later I wasn’t hung over at all and it was awesome. I realize that now I need a job just to handle going out. Ill take out loans for my daily living expenses. Also if my dad gets me that credit card for food I will be sooooo set. He needs to get on that. All of this happened on just one night out. We might go out tonight to that slutty roppongi place. I dont know if thats actually going to happen though. Although it is really trashy, it seems like a place I need to go to at least once in my stay in Japan. That place has to have some stories.

EDIT: Apparently I also hit on some japanese chick on the train ride back. I totally forgot about it but all I can remember was asking her how to say veins in japanese. We were doing some game where we saw who could hold on the bar in a chin up the longest. I won 3 times in a row owned.  Also we went to 2 mcdonalds looking for mcflurrys because they are a crapton better here than in america.  Both places were out of them and apparently I got super pissed off about it in a comical way.  DONT REMEMBER IT