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What a waste of a night in Kyoto!!!
Really, Tokyo has us spoilt!
Firstly, following Jenny`s big $30 win lastnight at `the slut...the slut...the slot machines` we headed back for a bit more kitch Japanese pokie action.
She lost her $10 and that was that, we walked away. After feasting on Japanese fast food we opted for a McDonald`s Mcflurry where we met a struggling continental Japanese pianist who had lived in Melbourne for 1.5 years. He introduced us to his friend John, who was about 45, from the US & was working at Kyoto university. We met at McDonalds, we should have known at that point to walk away...
These guys suggested we go to the Ace bar. We had nothing to do, so sure, we followed along... After several bottles of beer and a few cocktails, John`s friends joined us. One friend, lets call him stingy-chubby-30-year-old-American plonked himself between my sister and John. His other friend, lets call him stingy-`i work as little as i can`-Brit sat to my right. He had this immensely irritating mouth and balding unkempt hair. The conversation flowed but was a little on the dull side. These guys were really average and were lucky to enjoy the fine company of my sister and myself. Next thing, John leaves the table and the bar and doesn`t return... he threw a little tantrum because he wasn`t getting any attention. Stingy-30-year-old-American and stingy-`i work as little as i can`-Brit had moved in on his find.
The night droned on, I was ready to head, but the stingy American lad suggested we do `death Karoake`. I had never heard of this style of karoake and was half curious. The concept is simple, you get to drink as much as you want, and sing karoake pissed. So we agreed to continue on to the death Karoake club.
The boys then bring up the issue of bill payment. They were only prepared to pay for the drinks that came out later in the night after they had arrived. This was fucked up! We were paying for John who stormed out with his hissy fit, and this struggling bohemian Japanese man, when we had sipped just a little beer. It was so FUCKED!!!!!
We are not used to paying. For several weeks we have been treated to free drinks, meals, entrance to clubs & bars...We have never dolled out a yen for our great nights! In fact, sometimes we were paid to drink. ie. bottleback (some Tokyo clubs have this sneaky system where you get guys to buy you a bottle of wine/ champagne and you get commission on the sale) Crazy!!
Needless to say, we paid our bill and came up with a dodgy excuse for not belting out our tunes at Death Karaoke, `Our hostel locks it`s doors at midnight`.
Really, Tokyo has us spoilt!
Firstly, following Jenny`s big $30 win lastnight at `the slut...the slut...the slot machines` we headed back for a bit more kitch Japanese pokie action.
She lost her $10 and that was that, we walked away. After feasting on Japanese fast food we opted for a McDonald`s Mcflurry where we met a struggling continental Japanese pianist who had lived in Melbourne for 1.5 years. He introduced us to his friend John, who was about 45, from the US & was working at Kyoto university. We met at McDonalds, we should have known at that point to walk away...
These guys suggested we go to the Ace bar. We had nothing to do, so sure, we followed along... After several bottles of beer and a few cocktails, John`s friends joined us. One friend, lets call him stingy-chubby-30-year-old-American plonked himself between my sister and John. His other friend, lets call him stingy-`i work as little as i can`-Brit sat to my right. He had this immensely irritating mouth and balding unkempt hair. The conversation flowed but was a little on the dull side. These guys were really average and were lucky to enjoy the fine company of my sister and myself. Next thing, John leaves the table and the bar and doesn`t return... he threw a little tantrum because he wasn`t getting any attention. Stingy-30-year-old-American and stingy-`i work as little as i can`-Brit had moved in on his find.
The night droned on, I was ready to head, but the stingy American lad suggested we do `death Karoake`. I had never heard of this style of karoake and was half curious. The concept is simple, you get to drink as much as you want, and sing karoake pissed. So we agreed to continue on to the death Karoake club.
The boys then bring up the issue of bill payment. They were only prepared to pay for the drinks that came out later in the night after they had arrived. This was fucked up! We were paying for John who stormed out with his hissy fit, and this struggling bohemian Japanese man, when we had sipped just a little beer. It was so FUCKED!!!!!
We are not used to paying. For several weeks we have been treated to free drinks, meals, entrance to clubs & bars...We have never dolled out a yen for our great nights! In fact, sometimes we were paid to drink. ie. bottleback (some Tokyo clubs have this sneaky system where you get guys to buy you a bottle of wine/ champagne and you get commission on the sale) Crazy!!
Needless to say, we paid our bill and came up with a dodgy excuse for not belting out our tunes at Death Karaoke, `Our hostel locks it`s doors at midnight`.