12.11.2004

My Last Friday Night in Tokyo...

was quite a night. I started out by saying goodbye to Kazuo and all the good folks at Words & Joy and then met up with Miho at Golden Girl, a hostess bar in Kabukicho. We drank until they kicked us out. Few bottles of wine, lots of liquor, watching girls dance nekked on the stage. A good time was had by all in attendance. Then we moved onto Ramen.

It was going well until Miho stupidly said "You will crawl back to me." Meaning when I return to Japan I have to grovel at her feet like an orphan baby looking for spare hay pennies. I flipped out. I stormed out of the ramen shop and waited for her outside. We got into a pretty bad argument and we both yelled some stupid shit and I walked away from her to try to contain myself.

I eventually found her at home and we talked it all out. By 1am things were cool again. So back on the trail to drunkenness we were...walking to Shinjuku...when I saw a slot machine sitting on the side of the road. It was balanced up on the curb half on half off. So I decided to kick it and see if it would break. I kicked it once and it fell on my leg. Slot machines are heavy! My leg is pretty screwed up. Last time I kick one of those.

We finally get to Tokyo Loose around 3 am. It begins. Free drinks are flying from every which direction. I am killing everyone in darts, then Miho is killing everyone, then we hit the wall. We both got so drunk so quick we couldn't aim anymore. I scored a 268 at one point. Awful! So I decided to chill on the darts and focus on the drinks. Valentine had shots coming at me so fast he said "You will forget how to get home tonight when I am through with you." He meant it.

Then as I was showing off my autographed Roger Clemens Japan All Star Series Ball inscribed with his signature and a "cy7" (Sooo cool!!) Miho got into an argument with an Indian guy and his Nigerian Mafia friends over a game of darts. So I jumped back over the bar and into the main area of the club and tried to smooth it over. I had pretty much fixed it all when Miho got so mad she took her cigarette and put it out on the Nigerian guy's 100 yen. WHY!?!? So he flipped out. Screaming and pushing me. I remained cool and he was carried out. So I told his Indian friend not to talk like that to my girlfriend but that I am sorry for this whole mess and I would make sure she kept quiet. He grudgingly accepted my apology only cuz I kept putting my hand out and even his friends were saying "dude, the guy apologized, you have to atleast shake his hand. You don't have to like him but that is straight disrespect if you refuse to shake his hand." To appease his friends he did.

So it was cool until Miho decided she needed to talk it over with the Nigerian guy even more while he was being pushed out the door. He yells at her in Japanese "Why do you do this to my people? Do you do it to your people? Why do you bother us so much? Fuck you Bitch!" So Miho get angry and yells "Oh, I get it, you're Nigerian!" I wanted to kill myself because those Nigerian guys don't play games. There is no doubt in my mind that guy has killed people. You can tell by the look in his eyes. He has that hardened look of a killer, the "Scott Peterson Look," if you will. Somehow he was restrained and Valentine, the owner, was a bit upset. I apologized to him and he said "nahh man, that guy's a dick. Don't worry about it," more shots in hand of course.

Then Matt shows up. I was so drunk I kissed Matt when I saw him. hahaha, to freak out his girl friend he kissed me back and she started accusing him of being a homo. good stuff. So we hung out a bit more and then took a cab home. I spent most of the morning puking out the good time I had. Not cool.

Tonight I say goodbye to all the Roppongi folk. There will be a large group of his hitting the streets. Should be a good time, if I can remember it.