Well, having just read my very sensible-sounding last update, I am happy to remind you all that I am still only 25 and still capable of a bit of excitiment in my life!
I had a fun night on Saturday (wooo I'm so crayzee). Went out to celebrate a friends birthday - which started off in Chiba (40 minutes away from home and the opposite direction to Tokyo) - to watch his band playing. They treated us to a nice mix of jazz, rock, and funky numbers which is always pleasing to my ears. Shame about the venue - but we were quickly on a train afterwards heading towards Shibuya in the centre of Tokyo to continue the party. (My friends later reminded me how I was not going to go into town as I was too tired for an all-night event aaahh).
We headed to a club, imaginatively titled 'the room'. The music seemed at first very promising - jazzy house. We later discovered that the DJ was not the brightest button in Tokyo and rarely stole so much as a glance at the party goers or changed his tunes to reflect the mood. It was a little repetitive (now thats not me getting old its just the DJ snob resurfacing in me).
None of this spoiled our enjoyment or dampened our high spirits (gin and tonic please). I danced a lot, and clubbing in Japan is so in keeping with the culture here. Everyone dances in their own bit of space, there is no pushing or shoving, no sweaty tank-topped men brushing past you and not even any stumbling into each other. It feels all organised and respectful. Perhaps the Tokyoites, having to behave like sardines on their daily commute, rightly feel that time spent letting their hair down should not resemble this hummiliating experience.
So with sore feet and tired limbs we stumbled into the still-just-dark but crowded streets at about 6am. The birthday boy mentioned Karaoke and there followed a 2 hour stint of belting out the Best of British and general idiotic behaviour...(since when did I start to enjoy singing and dancing to the Spice Girls?). We would have stayed longer had the karaoke staff not insisted that we leave the premises at what could have been 8 o'clock.
The commute home was filled with our delirious blithering on about the evenings events etc, much to the obvious annoyance of the fresh faced morning travellers.
A cooked breakfast in our pijamas at 10.30 before finally admitting defeat.
I only discovered the next day that I had been cruely videoed....I really do wanna zig a zig ahhhhhh...
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