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Night in Ikebukuro Part IV

By this time, it's a little after 3am. I'm in the home stretch of staying awake on random benches. (Woohoo! I now have a spent-the-night-on-a-bench story!) I put my little notebook away and take a look around. A guy in a white shirt has taken up a standing position, leaning on the building wall, smoking a cigarette. Strangely enough, the guy who I originally tried to communicate with, who'd left with a girl earlier, was back in front of McDonalds pacing around and talking on one of his phones. Strange. Whatever. I decide to be productive and delete some of the bad fireworks pictures off my camera. As Im looking though them, a group of middle eastern men walks by. "Hi there girl. Oh, you like photo?" I hardly even look up. What a silly question. But the world is full of silly questions when second languages come into play. They are passing anyway to go crowd around a bench closer to the Mcdonalds. I finish deleting some pictures and put my camera away. As Im doing this, one of the guys walks over. "Hi there, pretty girl. Are you waiting for someone?" "Yes," I say. Of course I am! That person is the train. And besides, what single gal alone is going to say, "No, and please continue bothering me..." "Oh", he says " well, we are over here if you man doesnt come." "Yeah, thanks," Tempting but....

time passes. Im getting chilly. It's the cool humidity or my lack of sleep. Maybe both. It's almost 3:30 and probably obvious that no one is coming for me. While I know that inside the McDonalds will be as boring as all hell, it's getting a little strange outside. I just have this 6th sense to go in. So..I go in, buy an hot coffee (out of coupons) and a fish sandwich sans mayo for Y360 total, and stumble on down to the basement where the rest of the exhausted lay in wait for the trains to start moving again. Coffee and fish sandwich fight it out in my belly.

It's absolutely freezing. The AC is turned down to arctic levels. I huddle around my coffee, and shove my ipod in my ears to avoid the annoying music. At least an hour to kill yet. I make notes for my journal entries today. I watch all levels of drunk people walk up and down the stairs. I see that the wasted motorcycle guy from the bench is passed out across from a 100000 year old lady reading a comic. I write down more words to translate: bag, tray, awkward, bloated... And more phrases: "Why are you talking to me?" "Have you been drinking?" "McDonalds is safe but boring and cold." "It's difficult to sit here and waste time and avoid getting propositioned." and "That girl just poured sugar all over her chicken nuggets!" (True story!)

Wasted motorcycle man gets up and starts wandering. I put on my pretend invisible cloak. It seems to work and he ignores me completely and starts talking to the older gentleman at the next table who's listening to something on his keitai and reading an advertisement magazine. Phew.

It 4:25, I've had about all the sitting I can stand. Im tired. exhausted. I walk out of the McDonalds and down into the station without incident. Tobu line is still closed at 4:30. Rats. Lean, wait. Watch a guy watching me. Pace. Lean. At 4:50, the doors lift and access is granted. The first train -for future notice- is local and leave at 5:05. First express train leaves at 5:30. I hop the local, snare a seat, and turn up the ipod to stay awake. A girl and guy laugh happily together across the way. The train arrives to my stop about 5:40. Walking home, I realize how happy I am. I love my life. It's just so random! Most people would translate it into crazy and careless, but you have to understand that Ive lived in NYC for 8 years. I trust people just about as far as I can throw them, and drunk men even less. Good times.

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As I write this, im in a pizza/ italian bistro place in Shibuya. totally lost, but happy to be be so.

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(Anonymous)
Jul. 27th, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC)
lost (in translations of sorts)
Communicating or the lack of opportunity to do so.
Drunks will be drunks.
Good virtue to have patience! (and guts)

To use time in stead of 'killing' it.

All in all an interesting report on a Tokyo night.


(I may subscribe to yet another journal net thinghy, but i can't keep track of all these acounts! How do YOU do it?
Maybe something for Johannes to figure a software to bundle all reactions to differrent social internetworks? youtube google myspace facebook liveleak justintv name them all Or is there such a thing already? maybe a good plugin for Klatcher ;) )
Mann muss dann nicht alles tausendfach schreiben oder lesen
For now i try to limit accounts altogether.

A Monkey
(Anonymous)
Jul. 28th, 2008 04:37 pm (UTC)
ikebukuro brave
wow-you are much more brave/adventurous than i!!

Thanks for sharing your time and travels. Your zest for life and new experiences really come across. I await then next adventure!!

Kim
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