Only in Tokyo

I gave my first lesson Friday. Everyone was panicking and I was not but apparently I did well because the trainer said that I was ahead of the game. So of course I rewarded myself with beer en masse and yakitori. I swear, it's worth the plane ticket to come here just to have a few skewers after some beer:

IT'S SO GOOD!

The next day we got to a late start on the day, in part because we had a long night ahead of us. We made our second excursion into Shinjuku, which included a venture into Takashimaya, a department that had fashions worth dying or killing for. After that, we went to a Deerhoof concert: Nicky wanted to go before she even set foot on the land of the Nihhon-go and so a few of us were more than happy to oblige. It was not quite my cup of tea but we were more than happy to oblige.

What was my cup of tea was Arty Farty, a gay club in Shinjuku 2-chome - the gay district - that we went to after. Almost as small as my apartment - and allow me to remind you, gentle reader, that I live in Japan, where mostly everything is small -, the place was tighter than a virgin. Oddly enough: I found myself readily dancing with strangers and getting someone's number.

Highly unusual behavior, for those of you who know me. But refreshingly so.