As promised, on Saturday I went to have dinner with Mark. Steak and potatoes--and how! It was a delicious American-style meal, the likes of which I probably won't see for two months. It's possible that I'll get invited over again, but since they're very busy attempting to move out of the country in the next four weeks, the odds are shy.
After that, I went back to the apartment complex, where we played drinking games before heading out to Roppongi. Two things are worth mentioning. First, one of my favorite clubs, Muse, is apparently trying to weed out foreigners by requiring a Japanese business card, of all things, to be presented at the door. Damn it all! Second, I got way too drunk.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "David," you're thinking, "you handsome bastard, get out of my head!" But right before that, you were thinking, "That's crazy! There's no such thing as too drunk, only increasingly fun stages of drunk." And, under normal circumstances, I would be inclined to agree. But when the goal is to stay out all night and come back at dawn, you can get too drunk. On our way to Muse, before we were turned back at the door, we stopped at a convenience store to buy a flask of vodka, which we passed around. I took about three deep pulls off the thing, and this was after heavy pregaming. And then we went and drank some more. Sometime between 3 and 4, I knew I was incredibly drunk, and, like always when I become incredibly drunk, some kind of switch went off in my head that made me need to go home immediately.
This happens all the time. Usually, I don't even tell anyone--I just get up and walk home, and I'm halfway there before anyone realizes I've left. In this case, Saunders-san was nice enough to make sure I got into a cab. I had the guy drop me off at our subway stop, and, somehow, despite the haze of intoxication in which my world was cloaked, I managed to get back to my apartment, throw up and pass out.
I woke up after 3pm on Sunday and basically wasted the day eating and goofing off before doing my homework at night.
This weekend, I've promised myself not to go that 遠慮なくwith the alcohol. I want to enjoy the whole Roppongi experience.
I'll talk about class a little further into the week, once I have a better idea of it.
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2 comments:
your posts have gotten better.
why don't people ever give dogs vodka?
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