Glad To Have Days Off

All nighter. Roppongi. Yeeesh, I gotta knock this off.

Saturday after work I went home and changed, and headed out to Matsudo for the International Party to which I got invited earlier in the week. The little trip my roommates wanted to go on kind of evolved into going to this party and maybe pulling and all nighter. All things considered, I think I spent the same amount of money.

It was in a tiny little bar and there were exactly who I thought would be there, a bunch of weird western guys and less than attractive Japanese. But, when we got there, we got our complimentary drink token and bingo sheets, complete with lucky win numbers. I saw 53 and went for it. Cole would have been proud. He'd be even more proud cause my number was pulled twice and I won a little bottle of, oh yea, Carlo Rossi white wine which I promptly drank cause drinks were all 500 yen that night. I saw a disposable camera on the bar, and I wanted Dave to take a few pics with it, so I distracted the J-girls sitting there with some casual conversation which turned out to be me talking to them for a good half hour and getting felt up as soon as they discovered my nipple piercings. Lol the novelty of those things never wears off in this country. Almost worth them being irritated CONSTANTLY.

Dave and Kieran wanted to pull the all nighter, so Ty and I gave ourselves hesitant looks and finally agreed. Oh Lord.

So we went to Roppongi, to this bar called The Heartland. This bar is totally the same scene from PDX. The people there were all late 20s early 30s new businessmen, new money, the place reeked of coke and smarmy artsy types. I was tired at that point, and pretty well drunk, but more tired. I dropped my beer. It shattered. People scattered. Including my company, leaving my to my embarassment alone, which was deep, with the number of VERY dirty looks I got. But some Canadians started talking to me, and I came and chatted with them, and thanks to some thick skin and daft self depricating humor I managed to ignore the looks long enough for people to get back to drinking and make some new conversation buddies. Typical people. After long conversation, a few people leaving, and me finally managing to piss off the girl I didn't really feel like talking to anymore (an entirely different situation, you) we left to go somewhere else.

We went to one bar, which wasn't the best, and then went out to the Tokyo Sports Cafe. They have a craps table there, where you can play for drink tickets. Haha. Fools. I won a lot, and we drank for free while we were there. I started talkin to thig guy in the bathroom about women and crap, and I sat down next to him a little later to continue our conversation, but apparently he was talking to some girl pretty intently and his buddy gave me the "no offense, but, take a hike" cause I was probably inadvertently cockblocking. Fair enough. Ty got shot the eff down by some girl he wanted to talk to. We all decided that leaving was a good idea at this point.

We walked around not knowing where we wanted to go, so I went to some random black guy on the street and said "we wanna go to a bar, and we want our first drink free." He looked at me for a minute then called his friend over, who led us downstairs where we got our first drink half off and a free shot of rum. The drinks were STRONG as well. Much better. 4 Japanese girls sat down near us and then we were all paired off for the rest of the evening. I talked to Rie, the only real cute one, and we got along pretty well. Then again, we only spoke in Japanese, which was pretty amazing, and it was pretty fun.

Finally, around 6 or so I was ready to go home, and Kieran and I left Dave and Ty to their own devices and headed back. I crashed at about 8am. All in all, not a bad night. Not terribly expensive either. But I get this weird feeling when I think about that night like something was wrong, something was off, or something was terribly too close to going very very bad at any given point. But nothing bad happened, so, hey. Good night.