So I went to a club in Daikanyama on Saturday night. We left the dorm at 10:30, got there at like 11:30, 11:40.
The music that was playing when we got there mad sucked. Fer serious. So boring. Drum and Bass has great potential to be fantastic, but for the most part it is bland music produced by bland people.
Bought a vodka tonic to start, could barely taste the vodka so I guess it was pretty damn weak. Pretty expensive, too. Assholes.
There were these ridiculously hot Japanese girls standing by the bar wearing pretty much full on BDSM gear. I was stunned. Thick chokers, leather chaps, they even had those flat-topped leather hats that leather daddies are so fond of.
There were two floors and the lower floor sounded like it had better music so we went down there. We bought another beer or something and one of my Japanese friends got hit on by this really tall gay american guy who told him he was "Kakkoi" (cool). Basically he said something like "you are kakkoi" which just confused the hell out of my friend who speaks basically zero of the English.
Danced a little but it was lame. Started feeling a little shitty.
It kind of sucks to go to a club with people you can't communicate with very well.
And there were all these hot guys with hot girls and I was like "damn, wish I was hot."
That was pretty much the theme of most of the night - "damn! look at her!" "oh my god, look at that ass!" etc. etc. etc.
Anyway!
Moved on to beers. Had like 3. Starting to feel the buzz. A little one, creeping up the spine. You know how my nervous system/GABA receptors do. I always find it hard to get drunk when I'm up and about.
Anyway anyway anyway, this is all boring. In fact, the night was feeling pretty dull until like 3. Photek was on from like 1:30 to 3 and he pretty much blew. His arrogance showed threw and belied a self-consciousness which was not at all appealing. He clearly has some ability but he just Tries Too Hard (tm). At this point I bought a vodka redbull and DJ Kentaro went on. Now the party got started. DJ Kentaro equals hearts + knives in them + knives in the knives.
I just went crazy. Like freaking flipping out punching the air jumping up down whatever wherever whoever. It was awesome. I love to mock people at clubs by imitating their dance moves. They always get a larf out of it and it's pretty good practice, actually. (good way to learn how to dance for those of you autistic uncoordinated MIT fucks who feel like cutting a rug but have no idea how)
Kept on dancing until like 4:30 at which point this girl basically just thrust herself at me rubbing all sorts of body parts on all sorts of body parts. She was sending me so many signals before hand. I really should have known what she wanted, but I am horrible at reading women, in general. She was really fucking fierce, goddamn. Tattoos all on her arms, not tall but obviously Built To Last - pretty ripped.
Anyway, oddly enough this is actually the FIRST time I've ever danced with a girl. Like "danced with" danced with. Isn't that fucked up? I'm 22!
I feel a lot better about approaching women, now. Apparently I'm not repulsive to all of them. I mean, I've had girlfriends, but I've always assumed that was because of my flawless personality - not my looks.
Yeah, so, DJ Kentaro finished up his set, me and Takahara and Kaeda went to Matsuya to get some shitty fried meat on crappy rice (a good way to round out the NIGHT) and got back to the dorm at 6:30 am.
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I'm starting to get a much better feeling about clubs in general. So far in Japan I've gone to two of these all night events and had a pretty uniformly positive experience. There are downs, of course, but any experience without ups and downs is bland and worthless. Mostly, though, there are a lot of friendly people just looking to have a good time shaking their underdeveloped Japanese booties after a long week of tedious 9-7 or 9-8 workdays.
Not that there aren't dicks, too. Man, this club was full of them. Muscle-y-puffled tall american men with tiny anorexic asian girls clinging to their side, showing them off like the objects they so crave to be. Hot Asian Chicks - gotta catch em all! Probably these assholes rolled in to see Photek. He seems like their type.
I'm not bitter about the girls, though. Really! The girls they have with them always look boring as hell.
I mean, obviously my genetic imperative is telling me otherwise, but when it comes down to it give me an ugly fierce butch girl over a pampered walking
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So I went to a club in Daikanyama on Saturday night. We left the dorm at 10:30, got there at like 11:30, 11:40.
The music that was playing when we got there mad sucked. Fer serious. So boring. Drum and Bass has great potential to be fantastic, but for the most part it is bland music produced by bland people.
Bought a vodka tonic to start, could barely taste the vodka so I guess it was pretty damn weak. Pretty expensive, too. Assholes.
There were these ridiculously hot Japanese girls standing by the bar wearing pretty much full on BDSM gear. I was stunned. Thick chokers, leather chaps, they even had those flat-topped leather hats that leather daddies are so fond of.
There were two floors and the lower floor sounded like it had better music so we went down there. We bought another beer or something and one of my Japanese friends got hit on by this really tall gay american guy who told him he was "Kakkoi" (cool). Basically he said something like "you are kakkoi" which just confused the hell out of my friend who speaks basically zero of the English.
Danced a little but it was lame. Started feeling a little shitty.
It kind of sucks to go to a club with people you can't communicate with very well.
And there were all these hot guys with hot girls and I was like "damn, wish I was hot."
That was pretty much the theme of most of the night - "damn! look at her!" "oh my god, look at that ass!" etc. etc. etc.
Anyway!
Moved on to beers. Had like 3. Starting to feel the buzz. A little one, creeping up the spine. You know how my nervous system/GABA receptors do. I always find it hard to get drunk when I'm up and about.
Anyway anyway anyway, this is all boring. In fact, the night was feeling pretty dull until like 3. Photek was on from like 1:30 to 3 and he pretty much blew. His arrogance showed threw and belied a self-consciousness which was not at all appealing. He clearly has some ability but he just Tries Too Hard (tm). At this point I bought a vodka redbull and DJ Kentaro went on. Now the party got started. DJ Kentaro equals hearts + knives in them + knives in the knives.
I just went crazy. Like freaking flipping out punching the air jumping up down whatever wherever whoever. It was awesome. I love to mock people at clubs by imitating their dance moves. They always get a larf out of it and it's pretty good practice, actually. (good way to learn how to dance for those of you autistic uncoordinated MIT fucks who feel like cutting a rug but have no idea how)
Kept on dancing until like 4:30 at which point this girl basically just thrust herself at me rubbing all sorts of body parts on all sorts of body parts. She was sending me so many signals before hand. I really should have known what she wanted, but I am horrible at reading women, in general. She was really fucking fierce, goddamn. Tattoos all on her arms, not tall but obviously Built To Last - pretty ripped.
Anyway, oddly enough this is actually the FIRST time I've ever danced with a girl. Like "danced with" danced with. Isn't that fucked up? I'm 22!
I feel a lot better about approaching women, now. Apparently I'm not repulsive to all of them. I mean, I've had girlfriends, but I've always assumed that was because of my flawless personality - not my looks.
Yeah, so, DJ Kentaro finished up his set, me and Takahara and Kaeda went to Matsuya to get some shitty fried meat on crappy rice (a good way to round out the NIGHT) and got back to the dorm at 6:30 am.
---
I'm starting to get a much better feeling about clubs in general. So far in Japan I've gone to two of these all night events and had a pretty uniformly positive experience. There are downs, of course, but any experience without ups and downs is bland and worthless. Mostly, though, there are a lot of friendly people just looking to have a good time shaking their underdeveloped Japanese booties after a long week of tedious 9-7 or 9-8 workdays.
Not that there aren't dicks, too. Man, this club was full of them. Muscle-y-puffled tall american men with tiny anorexic asian girls clinging to their side, showing them off like the objects they so crave to be. Hot Asian Chicks - gotta catch em all! Probably these assholes rolled in to see Photek. He seems like their type.
I'm not bitter about the girls, though. Really! The girls they have with them always look boring as hell.
I mean, obviously my genetic imperative is telling me otherwise, but when it comes down to it give me an ugly fierce butch girl over a pampered walking <skeleton +="+" clothes="clothes"> any day, I say!
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I figure if I start going to this one club regularly probably I'll start meeting the people there as I see them more often. I mean, the Tokyo Drum & Bass scene can't be that big, can it?
Plan!
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