Douchebag Haven

Day 12

So even with instructions on which trains to take and how to get to my school, I still get lost and confused along the way. First of all, I took the first wrong train and went in the wrong direction, then I took another wrong train and ended up lost and confused and had to ask a little old lady for help. In the end, I had to run up the hill and was about five minutes late for my school meeting. Originally, my plan was to deliver me safely about half an hour early… why do these things always happen to me?

After this, I was guided around by my advisor to get health insurance at the city hall, a bank account at a post office, and some delicious, pizza-like buns at a bread shop. In the afternoon, we had a campus tour where my new friend, Jasmine, translated everything for me. Chinese people really do study hard, wow, I’m still amazed. I want to be trilingual too...

My school tour ran a little late, so I had to run down the hill to make my train so as not to be late for our dinner date in Urawa! Another new experience, dinner in a Japanese home! On my train ride, I saw so many cute boys, but unfortunately for me, they were all too young. How do I know that? They were all wearing high school uniforms… *sigh* How will I ever find a boyfriend…? I seriously need a new hobby. Some gross smelly foreign guy kept nudging my arm on the train and had his Indian music turned up waay too high. イライラする.

After a quick snack at Cold Stone Creamery, we made our way to Maya’s home for dinner. Maya had to work late, so we were entertained and fed by her mother. The food was delicious and there was so much to eat! I was really regretting our Cold Stone stop. Little did I know, Maya’s mother would keep feeding us until we left their home some five hours later. After chatting for awhile, we watched television and relaxed. Then when Maya came home for dinner, we joined her yet another meal. I’d like to say that my stomach had never been that full, but since eating is one of my favorite pastimes, I think it may be a lie if I said that.

We enjoyed a great evening of chatting and eating and after taking some pictures together (apparently not with my camera, boo), we were chauffeured to the train station. What a sweet family. What a nice evening. At the train station though, we saw a salaryman curled up on the cement taking a nap... until he was being bothered by the station attendants. He did NOT seem impressed that they were disturbing his sleep. Just another regular Thursday night at a Tokyo train station...

On the ride home, Erin and I suddenly decided that tonight was the night for clubbing. We’d been discussing when to go during our whole trip, but I thought we had already decided against it... However, with a newfound burst of energy (possibly from our second or third helpings of dinner), we decided to hit the town! Rochelle was hesitant due to her sleepiness and usual eight pm bed time, but with a little encouragement, we were on our way. Taking a taxi, we hit up Roppongi, the land of foreigners.

Lex was the place to go if we wanted to do any Johnny hunting, so our options on clubs were limited. Upon arrival, I walked behind some guy who looked exactly like Yamapi did about two years ago. The resemblance was scary… maybe a little too encouraging, because the delusion of meeting Yamapi had already set in. It didn’t take long to become social, but was refused by the snotty European models. What biz-natches! Too bad for them, I made friends with some sweet Japanese girls and inquired with the bouncers if any Johnnys (aka Yamapi) were gonna be around tonight. Unfortunately for me, tonight wouldn’t be so lucky, but after speaking with the guy working the front door, I found out that Erin’s main man had been there three nights before. So close, but still so far away... Some white dudes tried talking to me, but it didn’t take them long to realize that I wasn’t interested. Maybe if I were better at pretending I’m interested, I could score more free drinks… Nah, I’d rather pay for my own drinks than waste my time with douchebags. Instead, I enjoyed the sauna-like atmosphere and sweated to my hearts content. However, at this point, I was already used to the Japanese heat. Yes, even at two in the morning, it is completely possible, if not unavoidable, to sweat like crazy.

Soon enough, we wandered our way back home so I could enjoy a four hour nap before I got up for another day of school and another kracie adventure...

Yes, I only took one picture today.

And yes, it does say "Ass one housing" on that advertisement.