time flies
Another week is practically gone by.
It was great to get into the full swing of classes finally. It started getting a little boring to be honest. The commute is still a hassle. And it is still a sardine-packed trip on my 2nd train. Especially for my morning classes. But I guess I’m starting to get used to getting up 2 hours before class.
TV here is great. Not just great. Fucking awesome.
We were sitting around with the family watching TV after dinner and this show comes on.
The show gets celebrity/comedian guests, who dress up in costumes. In this particular show, the guest would get spun around in a circle for about a minute on this machine, then they would try to cross a beam over a pool of hot water.
They had a small tub of crushed ice for the people to jump into outside.
Why don’t people in the US come up with this kinda shit? I’d PAY to see Tom Cruise or Russell Crowe get spun around, try to cross a pool and jump onto a small tub of ice.
Getting spun around
Walking across the pool on the beam
The tub of ice
WTF???????
But that was not it. We had another show that I didn’t quite understand. The female presenters were dressed in tuxes. All the male participants/comedians were dressed in drag. It was awful. They also had a celebrity guest dressed in drag.
They’d have a musician or TV-star come in and have to rate these “girls” based on a few factors. This particular one had to choose based on two things. First, the kiss. The contestants had to kiss the air and then he chose the best one. What he didn’t know is that “she” actually had to kiss him. So “Madonna” got to kiss the TV-Star. Then the second time, he had to choose based on the “puppy dog look”. The celebrity guest won this one. It actually took the TV-star a while to figure out that it was the celebrity guest too.
Not Men
Definitely Men
Yes, this celebrity kissed "Madonna"
These shows are nuts. Crazy Japanese if you ask me.
Wednesday a new holiday was created. Well, not really a holiday. But Wandering Wednesdays kicked off with a gathering at Yoyogi Park. Apparently the name is now Wakaranai Wednesdays. I'm down for whatever. We are going to make t-shirts. ANYWAYS.
Wandering Wednesdays is a weekly event. We visit the local Conbini/convenience store, stock up on alcoholic beverages namely beer or Chu-Hi, the local mixed can drink, and then wander around and find a new place to hang out. On the train back I passed out and nearly missed my station. Hooray for Wakaranai/Wandering Wednesdays. Next week's transmission: Ueno Park.
On Friday we decided it would be a good day to finally go out. Tokyo when you go out. You go out. Trains stop running at around midnight, so it’s difficult to get back. Actually our cab back to my friend’s apartment cost us about 20 bucks. And it was just a few miles.
After getting to Ropponggi, we proceeded to go to a club called Vanilla. It sounded good and the website looked good too. Turns out you have to be 23 to get in for guys.
For girls? Girls have boobs. And boobs get girls in everywhere. I said it. Call me a chauvinist. I’m just being realistic.
But we looked through and found another place called Lexington Queens. Apparently a lot of celebs party there. Some old cat owned the club. I don’t know. Frankly I didn’t care. All I really cared about at that point was the $25 all you can drink deal. It was sweet.
So the club was filled with gaijin. Foreigners. Not exactly the club I imagined it to be. But what the hell. Filled with Americans too. Americans love cheap booze. And so do I. There were tons of models in there. Skinny Russian models. Bitchy Russian models. I remember someone (she will not have her name revealed to prevent her turning 10 shades of red) in a drunken stupor wanting to yell “go eat a fucking steak or something”. This was fashion TV models. All they did was smoke cigarettes. And apparently one of them had some coke, Kate Moss style. Fuckin Models. Trouble makers I say.
The dancefloor was full, the drinks kept coming (and were actually decent) and the party went into full swing. ‘Twas brilliant.
So after drinking a lot and partying even more. We ended up at a friend’s apartment after paying $20 for a cab ride that was essentially 5 minutes. But nobody cared. It was an awesome evening. And naturally I passed out on the futon; between a guy and a girl.
In the morning I looked like shit and I felt like shit. And I had to walk all the way back to the station and try to get home. Well, after getting stared at literally everywhere, I bought some shoe-cream cakes at the Ueno station and got onto the 3rd train I had to take to get home. I fell asleep on the actual train, and then once it stopped I woke up and got off. Turns out I got off a station before I was supposed to. Had to wait around for the next train.
Home. Bed. Lots of it.
Sunday morning proved to be a wonderful morning. But there was no food in the house.
McDonald’s.
I’m Loving It.
and I had Digestive Biscuits for tea time. What the fuck are they? God knows.
Peace.
It was great to get into the full swing of classes finally. It started getting a little boring to be honest. The commute is still a hassle. And it is still a sardine-packed trip on my 2nd train. Especially for my morning classes. But I guess I’m starting to get used to getting up 2 hours before class.
TV here is great. Not just great. Fucking awesome.
We were sitting around with the family watching TV after dinner and this show comes on.
The show gets celebrity/comedian guests, who dress up in costumes. In this particular show, the guest would get spun around in a circle for about a minute on this machine, then they would try to cross a beam over a pool of hot water.
They had a small tub of crushed ice for the people to jump into outside.
Why don’t people in the US come up with this kinda shit? I’d PAY to see Tom Cruise or Russell Crowe get spun around, try to cross a pool and jump onto a small tub of ice.
Getting spun around
Walking across the pool on the beam
The tub of ice
WTF???????
But that was not it. We had another show that I didn’t quite understand. The female presenters were dressed in tuxes. All the male participants/comedians were dressed in drag. It was awful. They also had a celebrity guest dressed in drag.
They’d have a musician or TV-star come in and have to rate these “girls” based on a few factors. This particular one had to choose based on two things. First, the kiss. The contestants had to kiss the air and then he chose the best one. What he didn’t know is that “she” actually had to kiss him. So “Madonna” got to kiss the TV-Star. Then the second time, he had to choose based on the “puppy dog look”. The celebrity guest won this one. It actually took the TV-star a while to figure out that it was the celebrity guest too.
Not Men
Definitely Men
Yes, this celebrity kissed "Madonna"
These shows are nuts. Crazy Japanese if you ask me.
Wednesday a new holiday was created. Well, not really a holiday. But Wandering Wednesdays kicked off with a gathering at Yoyogi Park. Apparently the name is now Wakaranai Wednesdays. I'm down for whatever. We are going to make t-shirts. ANYWAYS.
Wandering Wednesdays is a weekly event. We visit the local Conbini/convenience store, stock up on alcoholic beverages namely beer or Chu-Hi, the local mixed can drink, and then wander around and find a new place to hang out. On the train back I passed out and nearly missed my station. Hooray for Wakaranai/Wandering Wednesdays. Next week's transmission: Ueno Park.
On Friday we decided it would be a good day to finally go out. Tokyo when you go out. You go out. Trains stop running at around midnight, so it’s difficult to get back. Actually our cab back to my friend’s apartment cost us about 20 bucks. And it was just a few miles.
After getting to Ropponggi, we proceeded to go to a club called Vanilla. It sounded good and the website looked good too. Turns out you have to be 23 to get in for guys.
For girls? Girls have boobs. And boobs get girls in everywhere. I said it. Call me a chauvinist. I’m just being realistic.
But we looked through and found another place called Lexington Queens. Apparently a lot of celebs party there. Some old cat owned the club. I don’t know. Frankly I didn’t care. All I really cared about at that point was the $25 all you can drink deal. It was sweet.
So the club was filled with gaijin. Foreigners. Not exactly the club I imagined it to be. But what the hell. Filled with Americans too. Americans love cheap booze. And so do I. There were tons of models in there. Skinny Russian models. Bitchy Russian models. I remember someone (she will not have her name revealed to prevent her turning 10 shades of red) in a drunken stupor wanting to yell “go eat a fucking steak or something”. This was fashion TV models. All they did was smoke cigarettes. And apparently one of them had some coke, Kate Moss style. Fuckin Models. Trouble makers I say.
The dancefloor was full, the drinks kept coming (and were actually decent) and the party went into full swing. ‘Twas brilliant.
So after drinking a lot and partying even more. We ended up at a friend’s apartment after paying $20 for a cab ride that was essentially 5 minutes. But nobody cared. It was an awesome evening. And naturally I passed out on the futon; between a guy and a girl.
In the morning I looked like shit and I felt like shit. And I had to walk all the way back to the station and try to get home. Well, after getting stared at literally everywhere, I bought some shoe-cream cakes at the Ueno station and got onto the 3rd train I had to take to get home. I fell asleep on the actual train, and then once it stopped I woke up and got off. Turns out I got off a station before I was supposed to. Had to wait around for the next train.
Home. Bed. Lots of it.
Sunday morning proved to be a wonderful morning. But there was no food in the house.
McDonald’s.
I’m Loving It.
and I had Digestive Biscuits for tea time. What the fuck are they? God knows.
Peace.
posted by Piotr Jakubowski at 5:52 AM
2 Comments:
hahaha. ahhhh.
go eat a fucking steak or something.
You sure seem to drink a lot. XD
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