Hallowe'en Weekend

In the Land of the Rising Sun, the locals do not celebrate Hallowe'en all that much. Thus this year's festivities took on a slightly different spin.. or whirl. Every year in Tokyo for Hallowe'en, foreigners get together at Shinjuku Station and board one certain train of the Yamanote line where for 55 minutes, many dirty foreigners clad in bizarre costumes make a drunken mess of themselves screaming, falling over each other, chanting station names, and running out of the two jammed carts that we laid claim two at every station along the way.

Many dirty gaijin. One small Yamanote line train car. One Saturday eve.

Hallowe'en exotica.

Hallowe'en revelry.

Interfaith picture.

渋谷駅に到着しました。

渋谷駅に到着しました。

渋谷駅前

After the festivities we hopped on the shuttle bus to AgeHa. Those who were decked out entered for free, but unfortunatley Eri and I were in regular clothes so we had to pay. The music was a little broader in taste than on Gay Night but fun nonetheless and there was the killer costume party that rivaled many professional shows. It was a great night, except for the end where I became sober talking sense into upset boyfriends which caused me to fall out of the drunken revelry that everyone else was in. And my contacts were bitching me. And I was getting a cold. And I wanted McDonalds but alas it was closed. But on the whole, a marv night!

Whoops

So I decided to go on my nightly jog as is my wont. But no sooner than I left my house, the whole world shifted right and upwards. You know, like when someone gets hit by a car and all of a sudden they find themselves flying upwards. And then I was on the ground.

Turns out I was hit by a scooter. The scooter? It's rider and it, completely knocked over. Have to say this little experience was the scariest I have ever had. The driver said he was okay. I was okay. I walked home.

Oooh, that night my ankle hurt so bad I thought I was going to vomit. I send an e-mail to my manager that morning, who picks me up from my house in a taxi and takes me to a hospital. Thankfully it's only sprained, but yeah, for the next month, there won't be much in the way of speedwalking or jogging. So the diet is going to suffer a bit. At least I'm okay, though.

AgeHa

It was great. No men anxiety issues at all. And I even talked with two men randomly and one bought me a drink. I think I'm getting better at this!

This Saturday Armin Van Buuren is spinning at AgeHa. It looks like I will be going solo, but this is something I really want to do and I'm sure it will be fun on my own. And since I have been good with the budget, I think I can even pay for admission using this week's budget. Sugoi!

家のとなり

8 months later I discover that there are tons of shit in my neighborhood. Of course, i would hve never discovered these things had I not commenced my campaign to kill the cow within. During my after-work jogs around my apartment, I realized there's the biggest wine store I have ever seen. And it's like really 30 seconds down the street, but down the other way. There's also car dearlerships for every single car company, a movie theater, a Wendy's, an Outback... and houses! Real houses! With porches and driveways and fences! Today, I went jogging alongside the canal near my house and happened across a real nice residential area. With tons of nice cars parked in front, probably bought from the BMW, Porsche, and Mercedes dealerships that re 5 minutes away from my house, but in the other direction.

Maybe I should find a sugar daddy close to chez moi...