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I must say the sun here is perfect. I've gotten at least a shade and a half darker and haven't burnt beyond my shoulders getting a little sore. I'm really not obsessed with tanning, maybe its like this in a lot of places. I don't hang around outdoors that much, and I've been getting pretty pale.
Today I did some end of travel shopping. Sightseeing just isn't for me, unless done in small doses or accidentally. It isn't vacation if you're just running around trying to see everything, I consider that more work/exercise. I have seen more of Tokyo than I have of New York city. That's only partially my fault. I blame West Point for having so many things to take away my privileges for. I also didn't know any locals while I was there so all I know is like Times Square and China Town. I only know China Town because of my cravings for tamarind, dim sum and J-Pop (-_-;). Considering all the time I've spent shopping I really haven't spent all that much. It's really too bad I don't have any anime obsessed friends, I could have bought them a lot.
Oh yeah, I was able to help two foreigners in the subway today. It made me feel pretty good since I was just as lost looking last week.
I finally convinced myself to go out and try going to some clubs/bars. I went to Roppongi since there's supposed to be a lot of foreigners and stuff. After allowing one of the Nigerian bar advertisers to drag me into his bar and being served an unsatisfactory Midori Sour, I made my escape -- I'm such a push over. Waiting at the crosswalk I'm forced to deal with another one. This time he's asking if I'm looking for a job. In retrospect I should have asked what kind of a job he was offering, I'm kinda curious. I asked him about Velafare, he said it was one of the biggest clubs in Tokyo, so I decided to go there.
The entrance was pretty big and you had to take an elevator down to the mainfloor. They sold drinks and food based on a ticket system that I didn't want to try asking about, so beyond the initial drink that came with the cover charge I didn't drink. I really didn't need more anyway. Halfway through my second drink of the night I had a pretty heavy buzz. It was some sort of special night and they had some random performers. The one I remember best is the violinist (or violist I couldn't really see and she wasn't going into the high range of a violin) with the piano player. It was pretty relaxing though, I wish I had someone to listen with. I wandered over to the only white guy I could see. Appearently he worked at the embassy and was dating one of the performers. I lied a bunch about moving to Japan. I haven't figured out if I should feel bad or not.
After I was done with Velafare I had a craving for something greasy. I couldn't find a McDonald's so I settled for some cheese fries at TGIFridays. I also had a Mudslide and a Midori Sour (this one was actually made well).
Ugh, so the subway closed and I was quite a bit dazed (but not too drunk since I ate) and I couldn't figure out why the taxi drivers wouldn't take me. Again, the Nigerian bar guys who had been hitting on me all night, tried to convince me to take them back to the hotel before telling me which direction the New Otani was in. It was so obnoxious, though not surprising. After pointing myself in the right direction, I finally found a cab that would take me. I stumbled into my room, put out the 'do not disturb' sign, took a shower and slept until 130 in the afternoon.