Ooo! I miss hanging out at trendy parties, sipping wine with media luvvies and getting so shitfaced drunk I don’t know which side of up is up.
Well, all my dreams were answered as my old work mate here called Klaus sent me some cryptic information via email about having a drink or four. We got some tucker in as cheap as we could then headed out to another station around midnight.
Klauses phone shut itself off. May seem like no big thing, but it fucking reset itself… back into Japanese language and cleared the entire contents of his address book! Great, we now had no directions for the party or anyone to contact so we could get there. I stopped a Japanese couple in the street with my half drunken level of Japanese (which is quite good!) and got them to fix his phone back into displaying English once again.
Klaus luckily found some scrap of paper in his back pocket with a guys phone number on it. We were back in the game! Off to the party!
On the way to the party I found a guy walking down the street, I knew him from the other big night out beforehand (see below post) and I dragged him to the party too, turns out thats where he just left, but didn’t mind going back for some more Klaus+Hawken powered mind boggling drunken stunts, which we did ten fold.
The night finally had to end, I think it was when we lost the power of sight, myself and Klaus staggered off home. Amazingly we were able to find our way back on track to Harajuku (where we both used to live last year). On the way, Klaus photocopied his ass in full colour at the local kinkos…
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To the amazement of the waiting staff and customers, he copied his ass 5 times and left. We held an improvised modern art statement to equal even Spencer Tunic by placing photocopies on the windshields of parked sportscars.
With that and drinking/singing/shouting ontop of local monuments and no access parks, we were the proper hooligans Japan has been warned about.