Posted on August 6th, 2007 in
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so saturday was another one for the books, if you plan on burning all books fahrenheit 451 style. damn, what a crazy ass night. spent all day beatin’ the tokyo pavement, exploring the jungle like a modern day lewis, jumpin from iron worm to iron worm like tarzan swinging from vine to vine. covered a lot of new ground and hit up some favorite spots, all was good until nine o’clock when i met part of another jungle…the JO jungle, that is, at shinjuku station. already sauced and ready for trouble, i was ready to jump on the train going the opposite direction, but my worse judgment got the better of me and one, two, three, etc. beers and five subway stops later i found myself slightly buzzed and navigating the cesspool known as roppongi. sushi was eaten, more beer was drinken (it rhymes damnit), and then, with appetites sated, we made our way to the cavern club to see the silver beats…the best damn beatles cover band in all of the world. the lead singer even looks like a japanese john lennon. after near perfect renditions of imagine, lucy in the sky with diamonds and other classics and after two bottles of moet chandon and one bottle of “canadian whiskey” made in illinois..??? don’t ask, the merry troupe made its way out of the cavern and back into the madness of roppongi cross. bobbing and weaving down a corridor of neon lights, blaring music and african emigrants advertising “topless/bottomless” clubs we ran into a young man from mexico advertising one such previously mentioned establishment. but this night topless and bottomless would not be on the menu – this band of merry men was in search for another thrill, a newly reopened thrill: lexington and queens, newly renamed and reopened under the banner of the “new lex.” our mexican amigo was kind enough to guide our way to the nights ultimate destination and we soon found ourselves tumbling down the stairs into a room teaming with young russian models, the holly grail, the new spot we had been searching for so many nights – nights that would end in the same shady hookah bar, depressed and longing for something new. finally we had found that new place, after so long and if we weren’t too utterly toasted to understand the gold mine we had just found, well we didn’t mind. long story short, much too much spirits, not enough life giving water, the early morning sun found two of the posse passed out on the floor of shinjuku station, waiting for the first train of the morning, another found himself passed out on a conductors stool next to the tracks and yet another was passed out in another station several miles away. one long, local train ride home and two hours later 3/4 of the band of revelers were uncomfortably seated in a cab ferrying them from the station home. a throbbing head and aching gut and hours upon hours of sleep awaiting…another classic night of pain in roppongi. i’ll never do that again – famous last words. oh, yeah, and my bike was gone when i got home. peace
