Wassup folks! I've been off-line for a while since I was on vacation. But school has started again so I have lots of time to kill.
I had a pretty good holiday. New Year's Eve some friends and I took a few bottles of champagne to a countdown in Shibuya (That was after already consuming a few pints of Murphy's at an Irish pub in Harajuku). They have a few big screens there and everyone poured out of the bars and clubs before midnight. Things got pretty wild by Japanese standards.
People were climbing up onto kiosks and the entrances to the subways. Aparently some people fell off and got injured pretty badly. A brawl even erupted in the middle of the crowd. My friends and I had to help the largely ineffective Gardian Angles break it up. One dude just opened up on me with body shots. Luckily the average Japanese guy has zero power so it didn't hurt one bit. My main concern was protecting the camera in my pocket and making sure this girl we were with didn't get hurt.
One of the dudes started punching one of my friends. Then he realized that my friend is about 6'8" (2 meters) and pushing 290 lbs (130 kg). The guy suddenly stopped, looked up, gave my friends a big hug and screamed "Akemashita Omedeto (Happy New Year)!" Breaking up a brawl in Japan was great. Here you have almost zero chance of getting seriously hurt and you're bigger and stronger than most people. So me, the big guy, and my other friend who used to wrestle and now lifts pretty hardcore, just jumped in the middle and started throwing people all over the place. To tell you the truth we could have cared less if they wanted to fight. We were just looking for an excuse to push some of these little punks around.
Then we hit a dance club (rap and reggae) called Harlem and laughed at all the Japanese people with dreds, afros, corn rows, and extensions. Some of them go so far as to get extremely dark tans and use make-up to make their lips look thicker. They're called "ganguro" which litterally translates as "face black." I kept getting the urge to scream "MAMMY!"
I guess being in the middle of a minstrel show for a few hours gave us some urges. So we went to KFC about 4:30 AM and sat in the cold on the steps in front of the Disney Store eating fried chicken and biscuits. Unfortunaltey there was no grape soda.
I had a pretty good holiday. New Year's Eve some friends and I took a few bottles of champagne to a countdown in Shibuya (That was after already consuming a few pints of Murphy's at an Irish pub in Harajuku). They have a few big screens there and everyone poured out of the bars and clubs before midnight. Things got pretty wild by Japanese standards.
People were climbing up onto kiosks and the entrances to the subways. Aparently some people fell off and got injured pretty badly. A brawl even erupted in the middle of the crowd. My friends and I had to help the largely ineffective Gardian Angles break it up. One dude just opened up on me with body shots. Luckily the average Japanese guy has zero power so it didn't hurt one bit. My main concern was protecting the camera in my pocket and making sure this girl we were with didn't get hurt.
One of the dudes started punching one of my friends. Then he realized that my friend is about 6'8" (2 meters) and pushing 290 lbs (130 kg). The guy suddenly stopped, looked up, gave my friends a big hug and screamed "Akemashita Omedeto (Happy New Year)!" Breaking up a brawl in Japan was great. Here you have almost zero chance of getting seriously hurt and you're bigger and stronger than most people. So me, the big guy, and my other friend who used to wrestle and now lifts pretty hardcore, just jumped in the middle and started throwing people all over the place. To tell you the truth we could have cared less if they wanted to fight. We were just looking for an excuse to push some of these little punks around.
Then we hit a dance club (rap and reggae) called Harlem and laughed at all the Japanese people with dreds, afros, corn rows, and extensions. Some of them go so far as to get extremely dark tans and use make-up to make their lips look thicker. They're called "ganguro" which litterally translates as "face black." I kept getting the urge to scream "MAMMY!"
I guess being in the middle of a minstrel show for a few hours gave us some urges. So we went to KFC about 4:30 AM and sat in the cold on the steps in front of the Disney Store eating fried chicken and biscuits. Unfortunaltey there was no grape soda.
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