its the final countdown
so I have one week left in Tokyo.
I have decided to update this journal with what I've decided to spend my last week in Tokyo doing.
Lets begin, shall we?
Yesterday I worked all day, then went home, went to (my last?) casting, may have gotten it. At the casting everyone and their grandmother was there so I saw all of them. We all said we'd like to BBQ, but unfortunately, due to some fucking typhoon these plans were put on hold. I spoke with Cullen concerning this on my way home Said goodbye to Tak and Roy (dont know if I'll see them again for some time), then came home. Talked to Wes and found out he's moving to Miami later this year, which is fucking ace. At home I ate dinner, talked to my parents, and then left the house. I said to myself, "Ray, we're gonna be home by 3 tonight" (yeah right). Anyway, go to mcdonalds I wanted free fries, then to sports cafe with Cullen and Jason, met Stefan & Matteo, had a few beers, played a few rounds, then we tried to figure out what to do. We agreed to go to propaganda to see hiroo and get some beers, but took a 'short' detour on the way to go to lex. Oh, and on the way we see John Carlo and Ewa (read: Eva) and they inform us that due to Real Madrids being in Tokyo, Feria is going to be open tonight. We scoff at him and assure ourselves we will not be out long enough to make a trip to feria worth it.Anyway, we get to lex and its packed. Apparently half of Real Madrid has decided to waste their time dealing with shitty drinks and jailbait models, not to mention hordes of Japanese fans who have waaaay too much time on their hands. Anyway, DJ is there, he apparently met Simona and Ana. Ashleigh & Christina (at least I think thats her name) ask me to stay and go on to Feria. I agree to the former. 'No Feria', I tell them. So, eager readers, I'm sure you can see where this evening is headed. THATS RIGHT! Complete and utter drunkenness of immense proportions. Hoorah for me. Cullen and Jason leave to go meet Hrio, but I tell them Propaganda is too expensive for my tastes. I prefer my drinks FREE. Moving on, I proceed to sit and homour Ana whilst chatting (read: downing jack & coke) with DJ and occasionally Ashleigh & Christina. The latter two start chatting it up with some of the football players and ended up going back to their hotel. When they mentioned this I gave them both looks, as they're young & naive and far too hot to not at least give an effort for. They assured me they were not going to sacrifice morals for famous people. I may have made a slightly innappropriate joke concerning this: I do not exactly know, though. Anyway, I think they left. Cullen and Jason came back. I continue to drink. Its now four-ish and I'm VERY drunk. So durnk, in fact, that I'm making very loud, rude jokes concerning people and proceed to yell at a filipina bitch that decided to tell me off after originally telling her friend off for spilling my drink. I seem to remember telling her, very distintinctly, to fuck off, or something along such lines. Anyway, moving along. I continue to drink; continue to get absoutely shmammered, as cullen put it. Finally lex closes, and after much deliberation decide (wisely) AGAINST going to the after party. I go home, try and talk to cass online, fail, and call her, marvelously drunk at 545am. sleep at 6. up at 815. work at eight thirty. thats where I find myself now. At work. Anyway, it turns out Ashleigh called me a bunch of times right around 6 but I had just fallen asleep. I havent called back. I wonder how everything went.
FOR ME TO POOP ON.