[JAPAN 2012] ホスト見・Host-looking pt. 2

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!

While we were spending our lovely free time on our favorite fence next to the big-headed cat-man (an old, really nice guy wearing a cat-costume trying to make people enter the girl's bar there), we, as said earlier, got hit on quite a few times. 

But one time, a big group of men looking to be between 18 and 30 years old came out. They were more or less drunk, and came up to us talking in English, but as I replied in Japanese they were like "..........what???" and kept talking in half-English, half-Japanese.
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.

[JAPAN 2012] ホスト見・Host-looking (loads of text.......) pt. 1

Hi people♡

How are you doing?

I hope you're enjoying summer just as much as I am. As soon as it's not raining here, it's really fricking hot, haha. And I know it's only gonna get worse from now on, especially when I'll be going to Okinawa. I might just die.

If I do, tell my mom and dad I like them.
And my dog.
I like my dog too.



Well, I thought about making all my posts here in Japan chronological, but.....

nahhh.
If I did, I'd be making one heck of a lot of posts about shopping and staring at hosts (seriously, it's my new most favorite hobby. ever.).

So instead, I'll just write, well, whatever I want.

Here goes!!

I bet you all know already, but in case there's some innocent people left out there in the world, I'll just make a quick introduction to hosts.

Basically, it's guys ranging from super-duper-extremely-I'd-do-you-anyday-hot to wtf-u-doin looking guys standing on basically every street corner from around 9pm every night trying to pick up desperate girls who'd like the hosts to treat them as princesses for one night.

Sounds like hookers?

Yes.

Are they hookers?

Definitely not.

yes this is a completely unrelated picture, but I don't have any related
pics right now, and if there wasn't any pics in this blog post,
it would kill you. I swear.

They are, as the name sort of implies, hosts. Guys who earn money from sitting with you trying to get you drunk (that way their "shop" as they call it (read: bar) earns more money you see) while entertaining you as much as possible and doing their best to treat you like a princess to make you wanna stay longer or even come back again.

Or at least that's what I know.

So far.

We decided to skip Disneyland and go to a hostbar sometime before my friend leaves, so I'll tell you in details later.

You want to read this. I totally know you do.

Anyhow, the way the hosts go about it is that whenever a girl or a group of girls passes by them, they go up to them and asks like if they're busy or if they wouldn't wanna go to the hostclub 'cause it's "soooo cheap" and they'd have an awesome time and blablabla.

The hosts aren't making any money unless they get customers, so one would think they're trying pretty hard to get some, right?

Nope.

Not in Ikebukuro!

Half of the time they're just lurking on the corners just texting on their phones looking like the really, really don't like life.

But it's super fun watching them, so lately me and my friend have spent basically every night sitting on a fence close to where the hosts are, cheering for them going like "GO GET HERRRRRR!!!!", "NO TRY HARDER", "awwww, rejected again..", "SMILE MORE", "omg bitch try harder!" etcetera etcetera...

It might sound ridiculous, and believe me, it really is.

 But it's also really fun, especially 'cause we're kind of trolling the hosts.

You see, two young, foreign girls in pretty much full make-up with our big, pretty foreign eyes (coughcirclelensescough) and oh-so-cute-outfits really attract a lot of attention. Mostly from really drunk guys in their late thirties going like "herrroooo wherre arrre uuu fwom?" and then almost shitting themselves when I reply in Japanese.

this means that we get hit on at least three times in an hour, meaning we totally do the hosts job better than they do, and we're trying (if that's even possible) even less than they do.

hahahahaha, owned.

I even said to one of the hosts (we keep forgetting to ask for his name, so right now we're just calling him "buddy") that we're kind of beating them, and he made a supersad face and went like "....I quit."

In the beginning, we were kind of just circling around Ikebukuro being really desperate and embarrassed and probably the hosts were all like "wtffff", but eventually we picked out a place somewhere close to them and figured that since they were standing on the street all night, we were in our full rights to stare shamelessly at them.

And after doing that for three days, they not only try to make us come into their clubs (where the first one will be like "it's so cheap! Only 10.000 yen!" and then 10 minutes later another one will go "It's only 1500 yen!" and the latest bid was 1000 yen. We're wondering when they'll start offering to pay us for going...), they actually start talking to us whenever they're bored (OK, not whenever, 'cause that's basically all the time). It's pretty cool.

Seeing as we're enjoying this waaay to much to quit, I'm aiming at ending up befriending them. Please cross your fingers for me.

To be continued!