The All Nighter 08/28/06

Last Monday I worked overtime in Kashiwa, and while I was working there I talked to Eleni, whi invited me out to Warter, yes Warter, not Water, a dance club in Minami Kashiwa I wanted to go to a long time ago when I still lived there but couldn't afford to. I met up with Eleni, Sammy, Jersey (Jenn) and Natascha in M. Kash and we went out to the club. In keeping with my previous inability to enter, there was a wedding party there, and as such we couldn't come in. Fantastic.

Now, lemme preface this with the fact that Sammy is a light drinker. Not that she doesn't drink much, but she doesn't need much to become her ridiculous, drunkie silly LOUD ASS self. So she shows up having drank a mini bottle of champagne, and I knew we were in for a fun night. Eleni and Sammy decided we should go to The 'Pong, so off to Roppongi we went, in search of fun.

I sat on the train most of the time with my head against my knees trying not to look like I was proud of the girls' behavior, with Natascha's notable exception since she's the mom of the group anyway. Realistically, I didn't care so much, but, I dunno, I guess I have this thing where I only like trouble if I'm the one causing it. If I were being loud and obnoxious, I figure, it would be with good reason and in an acceptable situation. Must be that whole, I have no faith in anyone but myself or those I think are like me.

Anyway, we got to The 'Pong without a hitch, and made our way not to Vanilla but The good ol' Lexington Queen.
Really, most of the night once we got there was just fine, we ran into the other Eleni and Hallie, and there were cute Russians and dancing and lots of drinking and me sitting at my table lounging like I owned the place, which, for those of you who don't know, is all I ever do at bars or clubs, unless they're playing some really good techno.

I went out to see if I could find something to help keep me awake, but the ATMs were all closed since it was 1am by that time, and well, ATMs actually close in this country. What shit.

Then I met Oscar, when he was looking for a cigarette. Oscar is from Lithuania, part of their basketball team, who is here along with a bunch of other countries for the International something something something involving basketball. We chatted about his tens of millions of Euros and his Porsche Carrera 4S, and his Mercedes, and his blah blah blah, and how I should come visit him in Lithuania, because "zeese weeemen, here, zey are sheet. Rassian weeemen, zey are nahsing. Lithuanian weemen are like Oh my gawd. Ze most beauuutiful weemen on ze planet."

Right about that time, 4:15 or so, right when I was thinking it's time to start waiting imptiently for a train to comeOscar slaps my on the chest and points me towards Eleni, who is talking to some Indian guy who's rubbing his face, and the world shifted for a moment as I realized he had touched her, she has slapped him, and Oscar was already standing up when BAM. Oscar slams this guy in a choke hold and cocks back to deck him for mistreating the girl who he had only seem me talking to but assumed was my friend. He gets pushed back, and Oscar's huge ass other friend comes in from the other side and shoves him and then there were bouncers everywhere, straight bar fight styles.

The bouncers are trying to tell Oscar and company to get the fuck out of the bar and they're just like "Whaaaat?" and sit down to enjoy their drinks. I am SO going to Lithania.

Anyway, Eleni ends up getting picked up by the bouncer and hauled out of the club, and the rest of us slowly followed, to find Eleni yelling at the bar owner about how she shouldn't be kicked out without him having to leave too, since otherwise it's telling him that degrading and groping women in clubs is ok. Which, well, in this country it is, but, oh well. So the guy comes up and starts spouting off about how he's been in Roppingi for 12 years and is a bar owner and how he loves women and Indian guys LOVE women, but eventually he anger got the best of him and she started yelling about his $2000 watch when she said hers had gotten broken off her wrist when the fight broke out. My favorite quote was, "I been in Roppongi 12 years, you don't know, I don't talk but this watch is $2000, it's a MAN'S world, not a woman's, a MAN'S!"

I mark people down after lessons for not tying their ideas together coherently. He'd have failed.

After we finally got around to leaving, we met Ike, this 6'10" black guy from LA, a basketball player here for the j;sldkfjaiwherpionship thing and Sammy went bug eyed. They chatted since well, she's a big boned dirty blonde Jew from Miama who LOVES b-ball, and he seemed down, so he gave her the number he was at here in Japan and his hotel room number.

Sometime after that I think we made it home. I'm not really sure though, it was kind of a blur at that point. Natascha and I headed back in the same direction, made out on the train, and I went to bed around 7am. And I talk like I don't get enough done.