Weekend
Just had a fantastically hectic weekend. But possibly one of the best weekends I have had in a long time.
It started Friday night with a trip to Tutty-B to attend N's combined birthday with J and D held at our fav hang-out Grow. I rocked up about 2 hours after it had started and the party was in full swing with friends, stalkers and everyone in between making the most of the all-you-can-eat-and-drink service.
When I arrived B - a Japanese man in his, well, let's say prime - grabbed my arm and started calling out to L "boyfriend! boyfriend!" Later on he explained to us that when a Japanese person says boyfriend it means a friend of the male variety. If a Japanese person says lover, it means just that. Love cultural differences.
Had good chats with friends there, meet some fantastic people, got frustrated over logic puzzles, decorated trees outside with poppers and did my best to avoid the stalker with the camera. After a couple of hours it was back to N's that night for an overdue dose of Desperate Housewives.
Into Tokyo on Saturday for my electone lesson. Great chats with my teacher, played through exam pieces and tried to improve my improvisation. Then went and checked into my hotel, had a long, well-deserved bath then headed out for dinner for 1. I stayed in the same hotel I always stay in and went to the pizza place just down the road. I played the role of nerd really well that night as I sat in the corner reading my book (a Kobo Abe novel) eating a margurita pizza. Then it was back to the hotel for a bit before heading out to meet up with a friend who I haven't seen for nearly a year. We went out for drinks, met up with a couple of his friends, ate some yakiniku, had a few more drinks and then went out to some clubs. My intention was to take the last train back to the hotel which meant I would have had to leave around 11:30pm. When the time came to leave, I decided that it was too early still - the night was still young. So we kept drinking and clubbing, and wouldn't you know, it was 5am. Took a taxi back to my hotel, set two alarms and hit the sack.
The reason I was going to take the last train home was because I was to meet a friend at Shinjuku Station at 10am because we were going to an Electone concert together. I was woken by my phone ringing. It was C asking where I was. It was 10:05am and she woke me up. I told her I was still at the hotel but was on my way. Check out was also 10am so I chucked on some clothes, brushed my teeth, picked a pimple, threw my stuff in my bag, ran to the elevator, threw the room key at the lady behind the counter, ran outside, flagged down a taxi, called C to tell her I'd meet her at the concert venue and prayed for no traffic jams. I got to the concert with a minute to spare. I told C what had happened and all she could do was laugh. And tell the other people around us that I had a hangover.
The concert was good. But I had to leave straight away to get back to Gunma for a dinner date. So feeling like death warmed up, I took the train back to Tutty-B. I realised I didn't have the energy for the dinner date so I cancelled that and instead went and watched N and S in a bowling competition organised by N's work. After taking some wicked purikuri, we went back to N's to chill for an hour before heading out for some awesome okonomiyaki. Tummies full, we went to L's (with a stop-off at the combini) for one more dose of Desperate Housewives and then I headed home.
Really was an awesome weekend. Thanks guys.
It started Friday night with a trip to Tutty-B to attend N's combined birthday with J and D held at our fav hang-out Grow. I rocked up about 2 hours after it had started and the party was in full swing with friends, stalkers and everyone in between making the most of the all-you-can-eat-and-drink service.
When I arrived B - a Japanese man in his, well, let's say prime - grabbed my arm and started calling out to L "boyfriend! boyfriend!" Later on he explained to us that when a Japanese person says boyfriend it means a friend of the male variety. If a Japanese person says lover, it means just that. Love cultural differences.
Had good chats with friends there, meet some fantastic people, got frustrated over logic puzzles, decorated trees outside with poppers and did my best to avoid the stalker with the camera. After a couple of hours it was back to N's that night for an overdue dose of Desperate Housewives.
Into Tokyo on Saturday for my electone lesson. Great chats with my teacher, played through exam pieces and tried to improve my improvisation. Then went and checked into my hotel, had a long, well-deserved bath then headed out for dinner for 1. I stayed in the same hotel I always stay in and went to the pizza place just down the road. I played the role of nerd really well that night as I sat in the corner reading my book (a Kobo Abe novel) eating a margurita pizza. Then it was back to the hotel for a bit before heading out to meet up with a friend who I haven't seen for nearly a year. We went out for drinks, met up with a couple of his friends, ate some yakiniku, had a few more drinks and then went out to some clubs. My intention was to take the last train back to the hotel which meant I would have had to leave around 11:30pm. When the time came to leave, I decided that it was too early still - the night was still young. So we kept drinking and clubbing, and wouldn't you know, it was 5am. Took a taxi back to my hotel, set two alarms and hit the sack.
The reason I was going to take the last train home was because I was to meet a friend at Shinjuku Station at 10am because we were going to an Electone concert together. I was woken by my phone ringing. It was C asking where I was. It was 10:05am and she woke me up. I told her I was still at the hotel but was on my way. Check out was also 10am so I chucked on some clothes, brushed my teeth, picked a pimple, threw my stuff in my bag, ran to the elevator, threw the room key at the lady behind the counter, ran outside, flagged down a taxi, called C to tell her I'd meet her at the concert venue and prayed for no traffic jams. I got to the concert with a minute to spare. I told C what had happened and all she could do was laugh. And tell the other people around us that I had a hangover.
The concert was good. But I had to leave straight away to get back to Gunma for a dinner date. So feeling like death warmed up, I took the train back to Tutty-B. I realised I didn't have the energy for the dinner date so I cancelled that and instead went and watched N and S in a bowling competition organised by N's work. After taking some wicked purikuri, we went back to N's to chill for an hour before heading out for some awesome okonomiyaki. Tummies full, we went to L's (with a stop-off at the combini) for one more dose of Desperate Housewives and then I headed home.
Really was an awesome weekend. Thanks guys.
posted by GrantPGranthm | 8:20 pm
1 Comments:
good to see you G. The best part was when you were talking to us, but really you were snoozing on the couch. version II this weekend!
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