in the city that never sleeps

In Tokyo the clubs run all night and well into the next day. There are recovery parties which kickstart at dawn for all those who havent ventured home, which is the large majority of people. We went to a crazy all-you-can-drink place for dinner, and was knocking back beer, spirits, and cocktail concoctions for two hours. There was a birthday party sitting next to us, the birthday boy was doing so many D.I.O.s and was completely hammered. He nearly fell over the table while he did his speech, bringing back many fond memories of Yia Mass speech. We met some random guys who asked us to go to a hip hop club with them because they were on the guestlist, but we were supposed to be meeting up with a guy from Nagoya that I know so we declined there offer. The guys persisted, and tried their charms on us but they couldnt muster a lot in their drunken state, though it was still funny to watch. An American guy was like, 'ermm... would you be offended if I ask for your number?' I said I wasnt offended, but that didnt mean I was going to give it to him. So he was all indignant, and 'Why?!' I mean, he was cute but come on! My number is priviledged information!

It was a really funny night, we were so drunk and somehow ended up in a different club than the one we remembered queueing for. We only realised this when we checked our ticket stubs the next day. At five o'clock I began to sober up and so we started dancing again when we managed to find a hidden floor that we didnt know about. Coming home in the morning with all the salarymen going to work was surreal, especially when they all fell asleep on my shoulders, I had an entire row of people leaning towards me on both sides. Despite having spent the entire night out, I was the only person who was still vertical. To steal Jordan Catalano's line , 'ironic, huh?'