warning: this is a very long, but hopefully entertaining entry!
So, this is going to be different from what you probably expect.
I might just as well put the cards on the table.
We never got to a host club.
Yes.
I know.
Shame on us.
These are our faces of "why are there no hosts when we wanna go"-ness.
Because we did wanna go. Problem was, that our friend (the "I quit"-guy), whom we ended up talking to a lot more and even figured out was called Tsubasa either kept not being around or just.. suddenly disappearing for the rest of the night whenever we decided we wanted to go.
And the very last night we had no money. Whatsoever.
Hence, no hostclub for us. My sincere apologies!
But!
I'm not completely out of stories.
We did get something out of staring at more-or-less pretty people all day.
(actually, there was this one guy that was so ridiculously unattractive that we seriously thought he had been placed there to make the others look hotter. I'm not even kidding you.)
Well,
here goes!
Eventually, they invited us to go bowling with them.
And we were like
"why not".
I mean. Look at these shoes.
These are Japanese bowling shoes.
I think they alone are a pretty good reason to go.
So, we went with this group of strange, drunk men that we did not know whatsoever who brought us to some weird little bowling hall. Oh yeah, and it was in the middle of the night.
responsibility, what are you?
Did I mention, that half of them were bleached blonde or just bald and tattooed all over?
I present to you, the only Japanese people who are expected to have tattoos:
yakuza.
and we knew that. and we were like
yolo.
So we ended up spending all night - because yes, our curfew of 2am passed by, so we had to stay until 7am - bowling with a bunch of strange men until our arms died and we just sat cheering them on.
I tell you, they were quite a curious group.
One of them was, admittably, rather good-looking, but really seemed to have some weird fetish of touching his tummy. all. the. time.
An other one was pretty drunk, but the only one able to speak English. He also turned out to have two completely different names, and we still have no idea why.
As far as I'm concerned, Japanese people have no middle names.... so...... what?
(if you read this... ... ..... what?)
A third, around 30 years old, turned out to be the boss, and he didn't speak English, but had an awesome pronounciation of the little he did know, and when we taught him how to say "you're good" in Danish, he kept running around to everyone, giving them thumbs up and say "YOU'RE GOOD!!" very enthusiastically. It was hilarious.
Eventually, around 4.30am, they made the craziest bet I have ever witnessed.
They seperated themselves into two teams - the young (19~21) and the old (21~30) - and bet that the loser would have to pay the winner around 1000 yen for every point the other team won by.
(well, I'm not quite sure that was the exact bet, but something along those lines)
The "old" team ended up winning by .... a lot.We're talking, they ended up receiving like 50.000 yen or more. It's like... $600 dollars.
(I repeat,
or more. )
and the young ones just gathered the money and handed them over.
I wanna bowl with them again sometime and I wanna be on the winning team.
I wouldn't need to work again. ever.
At least it got evened out somewhat when we got invited to eat sushi for breakfast. And not just random, cheapskate sushi.
The sushi on this picture. Delicious sushi.
Expensive sushi.
yes, i know i put this picture in an entry earlier, but who doesn't wanna look at good sushi?
That's what I thought.
Sugardaddies?
We got 'em.
That's about it for our host-watching adventure.
If you stuck around to reading this far, thank you. I hope I managed to entertain you.
I shall now return to paying attention to class.
