Two nights ago, Cassy, Jason, and I decided to hit up “Womb”, a wildly popular nightclub in Tokyo. For five or so hours, we danced to any number of fairly terrible trance songs with only a smattering of nausea-inducing drum and bass tracks to spoil the otherwise tolerable night of music. Our goal was to hit the club after the subway stopped running (at midnight) and leave the club when the trains started running again (5 AM-ish)…with enough booze and a sense of Asian Adventure (TM) we were able to accomplish this task.
But that isn’t the interesting thing. The interesting thing happened while we were sleeping off our ridiculous night of dancing and drinking.
Around 9 in the morning (give or take a couple of hours…I was dead asleep and I am currently too lazy to Google anything other than “Whimsical Otter Photos”), we were woken up by the rumblings of an off-shore earthquake that, by all reports, measured anywhere between 6.7 and 7.2 on the Richter Scale. Cassy and Jason woke up with a start and started to, reasonably, panic. How did I react?
“You weren’t having it,” Jason said at lunch the next day.
“You just weren’t having it. Any of it,” Cassy agreed.
Apparently, I woke up during the minute-or-so-long-earthquake-and-freak-out-session only to tell Jason and Cassy to, and I quote it as accurately as possible according to their testimonies, “shut the fuck up and fucking go back to sleep.”
That’s right, kids…in the middle of an earthquake in a disaster-shaken country I refuse to allow anyone, ANYONE, to fear the rumblings of the earth. Nay, good people, do not read my above comments as sleep-deprived profanity or Husbandly Neglect, but instead read them as the wizened words of a sage long past fuck-giving regarding the shifting of tectonic plates. Or, if you chose, read it as the comments of a man who stayed up way to late for his age (and past his interest in bad club music) and who refuses to let anything, even the earthiest of quakes, to stand between him and sleep.
It’s fitting, I feel, that I spend my final night in the Land of the Rising Sun staying up way too late writing this blog post. After all, this trip is just the first of two major trips I plan on taking this summer (in case I haven’t bragged enough, London/Paris is on deck for next week) so I should just embrace the fact that I won’t return to anything resembling a proper sleep schedule until sometime in August after the jet lag has shaken itself off like an over-fed tick. In this post, I wanted to relay some sort of story about how Tokyo is everything I love about big cities and so much more, but all you will get is the following few sentences.
Deal with it.
Tokyo a ridiculously easy city to get around in, it’s remarkably safe, has loads of Big Bright Shiny Things, and the people speak a language that makes my head feel like it’s filled with oyster crackers and spare change. So, in the spirit of brevity, here’s an overly-generalized run down of what we’ve done/seen in Tokyo so as not to make this the Longest Blog Post in All of History Ever:
Akihabara: bought this sweet rig. Make fun of me later, but it’s been a shitload of fun to mess around with.
Harajuku: Gwen Stefani, you were not wrong about this place.
Tokyo Tower: ridiculous paint job. Great lens flares.
Imperial Palace: great late-night park in which to get drunk. Deliciously hobo-free.
Some Fish Market: best sushi I’ve ever had. Period.
Lots of other stuff, too, but I’m a bit on a J-Overload at the moment, so I’m sure I’ll relay more of the details later. This blog isn’t meant to be a day-to-day record anyway, but instead a place for reflection and stories about how I couldn’t have cared less about earthquakes and the tsunamis they could potentially generate. Tomorrow at around 4 PM J-Time, we’ll be boarding a plane bound for cheerful Minneapolis and, eventually, Denver. If over the next few days you want a personal photo slide show (do people still do those?) I’ll entertain the possibility of giving you one if I can just press play and sleep on the couch under a fleece throw.
What? If I sleep through and earthquake, I’ll sleep through a slideshow. Just saying.
-B