Tokyo Blond Is Not Porn

Tokyo Blond is not a porn blog, about hair or even, as one pithy friend remarked, a micro beer or late 1980s glam metal band ("Dude, I just saw Skid Row and Tokyo Blond opened and played a killer set").


The purpose of this blog is to chronicle my experiences in Tokyo - poignantly, visually, irreverently - for fun.


Anybody can tag along...that is if I like you. This blog will endeavor to be entertaining and honest and frequent enough to keep those following interested including me.


Thursday, November 4, 2010

Category 5 Hangover - AKA Halloween in Tokyo

Rated R - Must be 21 years old to view.

Yes they celebrate Halloween in Tokyo - in a big way.

And so did we until we took a wrong turn some where.....

It started out fine.  We had cocktails in our apartment with our neighbors.  Nice.
Bottle #1.

Then we went to an Italian restaurant down the street.  Nice.
Bottle #2




Then we met a friend and ventured into the streets of Roppongi, aka, the Sunset Strip of Tokyo.
This was when I realized we should have been wearing costumes.



What's in this dude's pocket?

Tokyo Tower in costume

Bar #1 - cocktails 1-2


Apparently this guy had one too many.

Do you think she's a real blond?


Why is she licking me?

She really got him, didn't she?

Do you think those sunglasses are real?

He always looks like this.




There is a bank down the street

Bar #2 - cocktails 3-4








Do you think that gun's real?

What's this guy been smoking?
Can I have some?

Nice....hat.



Bar # 3 - cocktails 5-6

This guys full of hot air.

Sorry I couldn't resist.

Aren't we cool.  Look we're taking a picture of ourselves in the mirror.
That's never been done before.



I have no idea who this person is.

I think they're channeling Mad Men.

I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me I was going to feel very bad tomorrow.

Ok so allegedly there were two other bars after this.  They were strip clubs.  I vaguely recall one with all Asian girls dressed in catholic school uniforms and then the last one where I somehow came to be sitting in front of the stage where a gorgeous Eastern European girl undulated in front of me and kissed me?
That can't be right. It was just a dream; it was just a dream.

And then......nothing.

Nothing but 36 hours of hell.  The worst hangover in recent memory.  I had to lay in bed the entire day. Category Five - the big one.
You know, the kind where light hurts and the slightest noise cannot be tolerated and just the thought of food sends waves of convulsions through your soul.
I thought about praying - you know making the solemn promise you won't drink again if the room would just stop spinning.  But I've done that before and you always renege.

I had to fly to L.A. the next day.
I think I was still drunk.

Halloween is evil.