holy update batman...

So, last weekend I went to Osaka to the aquarium which is one of the largest, and also happens to be next to one of the largest Ferris Wheels in the world as well. Yay for whale sharks, penguins, and wanking otters!

At first you see the otter wanking it and you feel bad for his jiblets... then you just kind of feel bad for the otter...

After said expedition we headed to a McDonald's (I know I know shutup you don't know what it's like) for some cheap food, and sat with some friends and chatted. At this time, Eric tried to convince Kelly to go to Tokyo with them. It didn't take too much convincing but she eventually agreed that it would be the worst thing should could possibly do, so why the hell not.

I soon followed...

Off we went to Tokyo. After a 2 hour power nap of power naps, I found my second wind with some to spare. We arrived around 10 on Friday night, checked into our hostile, and promptly went on our way to Shibuya.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Shibuya_crossing_2.jpg

Shibuya is probably one of the most massive places I've ever been too. I've never been to New York ( never really been inclined to go) but I'm fairly certain that this would kick it's ass. I don't even know why cars try and drive through there. It's damn near impossible.

So after arriving, we headed on our merry way through some back streets, stopping at just about every Combini we could find for a beer. They never really last very long. Finally, we came across a street with a few clubs lined up, we picked on for coming back up, and proceded with getting as intoxicated as you possibly could. Around midnight thirty or so, we head into the club. It was called Club Atom and was a four story bonanza. The first floor was just lockers and such. The second floor was J-pop ( which is fucking awesome in a club setting. Really, you'd be surprised.), the third was techno and dance, and the fourth was hip hop and such. We bounced between floors all night, until Kelly (as always) managed to meet a few people on the hip hop floor which we joined. It was two japanese guys and these girls who I later found out were Korean. We danced and danced and drank and drank until the club closed at 5 A.M. and we had to leave...

we weren't done...

The drunk ass japanese guy suggests that we go to an all you can drink two hour karaoke place, which in our state seemed like the greatest idea ever.

We drank and sang. I talked with this Korean girl who was just slaughtering the Japanese language. I mean, I'm no expert by any means, but being that what I am learning I'm getting through schooling as opposed to just learning ( which isn't always bad) you can hear all the grammatical errors. Makes me think that being Chris must be shitty, because he would be flipping a nut (you grammatically correct bastard). Around 9 am or so we returned to our hostile and slept until 4 PM. At which point we got up, went shopping in Harajuku ( you know, the place where Gwen Stefani gets those Japanese girls she uses as accessories), and then did it all over again.

We also stopped in Shinjuku by a gay bar being that Matty Kupa is our resident gay dude. A gent at that. He is a contender for guys I would go gay for. I've never been hit on in spanish by a guy before, but now I can check that off my list. It's amazing how clique-y the whole shinjuku gay scene is. You can tell the foreigners who can speak japanese because they are only talking to japanese people and they give you this horrible look like you're diseased and not worth their time. Artsy fucks.

After that, same club, dancing, shananigans.

We then returned to Hikone and I took the next two days to recover. It was amazing.

Now however, my sense of adventure is off. I need sleep.

Happy thanksgivings. enjoy the turkey!

Ruptured