Aftermath

Well, Tyler's been gone a few days now, let's recap:

Every night we were supposed to spend out on the town, enjoying the night life, went to crap. We went to Shinjuku to stay at an all nighter and go nuts, but, the first one we went to turned us down cause we don't speak Japanese, and the other because of Tyler's tattoos. Who turns someone down in the REDLIGHT district because of tattoos? Japanese people, that's who.

We saw Mi:III otherwise known as Miiii. It was a lot of Tom Cruise being out of his mind, and rehashing shots from his previous movies. I get the distinct impression that movie had the sole aim of trying to put Mr. Cruise back in a favorable light publicly.

That was the night of the second failed all nighter attempt. A week or so prior we were invited to go to Roppongi with a crew led by Mr. Bryan Maw, but I got to see everyone back out one by one like utter tools. Let this be a lesson to you all: don't plan an all nighter the night after the World Cup Final. Additionally, on the subject, what the crap? Italy? Yeesh. None of the final four teams were ones I cared to see win. So, whatever.

So yea, I was royally pissed about that one cause well, it turned out to be a whole lot of Bryan being selfish, right in the face of how kind I've been to him in similar situations, like when his friend was visiting and I busted balls to make it to his all nighters to show his friends a good time.

Tyler's camera deleted all his trip photos the next day on his way up to Mito to do Bryan's radio show. So that's particularly disappointing for the both of us. It would have been nice for the sake of our memories to have some kind of proof his trip existed.

Tyler found his prostitute the last night he was here, good stuff. Now he's back, I'm still here, and life is continuing as if nothing ever happened. Weird how that works. Next entry is non Tyler matters.