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| The restaurant with the small door. |
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| You had to crawl to get in. | I guess they didn't think we were going to tip well so they provided the equipment so we could take care of ourselves (you are not supposed to tip in Japan) |
Later I got dragged into several clubs like the Infamous “Gas Panic” which sounds to me like something that happens when you have digestive trouble and 911 another place I had been to before. The clubs were packed to the hilt. And a lot of the guys I was with were hooking up with some of the local girls. I also noticed that some of the girls seemed too friendly. Even though these were not hostess bars where you pay big bucks to have a drink with a pretty girl, there appeared to be a big Russian guy working several hot girls in a corner. They were trying to get guys to buy them bottles of expensive Champagne and stuff. Like in Vegas, if something seems too good to be true it usually is.
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| Roppongi is the nighttime entertainment district and a favorite haunt for foreigners. You can meet people from all over the world here. |
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| There are several floors worth of night spots here. I think the cheaper and less legal ones may be upstairs |
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| The garage from F&F III, well at least it looked like it. There are many like this all over the place. |
By this time I had realized that Jared had given me his cold and I was feeling pretty ill. I wanted to leave but other in my group wanted to party. I decided to catch a cab to the hotel but while I was walking thru Roppongi I was accosted by many girls asking me if I wanted some action. I was offered everything from a “sexy massage” to a “happy ending”. This got my curiosity piqued so I asked one girl how much her services were. She told me I could get a happy ending for 3000 yen (about $30). I told her that that was pretty cheap and a good deal. Somehow I think that I pissed her off because she gave me a dirty look and ran off. Somehow I didn't think my prior trips to Japan had so many professionals working the clubs and night spots.
Arriving at my hotel I was walking to my room when a well dressed conservative looking mature woman in a business suit struck up a conversation while I pursued buying a phone card from a vending machine. By mature I mean like 60 years old. I was worried why this random woman would strike up a conversation with me at this hour of the night. She asked me if I wanted a sexy massage! I told her that my wife who I was waiting for might mind and she ran off. That was the weirdest encounter I have ever had with a woman to date. All of this was depressing. I had never been hit up by professionals before in my life, especially not one that could be my mom. I must be getting ugly and desperate looking as I get older. I hoped I was not getting mistaken for an aging Camera Boy.
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| Jared's side of the room, his stuff seems to explode everywhere |
