auspicious events
Last night was the first of two nights this weekend in which the Sun, Moon, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn and Chiron are aligned into a hexagonal pattern called the Celestial Concordance. That, combined with the lunar eclipse is said by astrologists indicate a particularly good chance of auspicious or magical events occurring.

I don't know how much of last night was auspicious, but I do know that I slept a lot better after dancing and that eight hours of sleep does MUCH better by me than six. Ahh.

Before I went to the club, my family and I drove over to my host-brother's new apartment near Waseda. Really near Waseda. I could go and bug him like every day. Nice place with a great view of Tokyo but about a third of the size (and probably triple the price) of my place back home. Cute place though. Mom and dad then drove me to Roppongi rather than have me waste time taking the train. Driving through Tokyo at night is SWEET.

I didn't dance for too long since I was feeling awkward. I just didn't have the groove last night and every time I went to the bathroom I just noticed how much chub I have hanging off my midsection. Ugh. God took it upon himself to shut me up though, and sent in some English-speaking raver girl who looked doped up on E and was sucking on a pacifier, to tell me that she thought I was oh-so-strikingly-beautiful. Hmm. I was also hit on by some Persians and other (much to my dismay) foreigners. The only Japanese guys who show vocal interest in me are drunk asshats, which just turns me off all the more. I just don't care at all to converse with any males who proposition me.

I've been led to the conviction that there are two types of men: 1) Stupid and 2) Stupid. The Stupid men are either plain Stupid or just quiet because they never talk to me at all. I suspect there are nice boys among them but also just plain Stupid boys too. The second Stupid are the loud guys who actually DO talk to me and they are either drunk, ugly, rejects, or assholes. I dislike the men in both categories with a passion. There ought to be a third category but I've yet been unassured of its existence.

Something interesting did happen on the way home, however. I'd left the club early (around 11:30) to walk a bit up and down the main street of Roppongi and check it out. This led to me being hit on by several men but didn't discharge my feeling of wellbeing. I made it back to the station in time to wait for the last train. When I got off at the stop near my house, I noticed that three other foriegners had gotten off too, and that they had been at Velfarre. I'd been looking at one of them all night since he was one of the only other white people in the club.

I talked with them on the escalator and it turns out they're language teachers and that one of them lives probably two blocks from my house. So now I have a neighbor!

I'd waited the whole night long for something "auspicious" to happen and when nothing strange occurred, I gave up... and only THEN did a new friend pop out of the woodwork. So I don't know if I'll ever hear from those guys, or if I should even care... but it feels nice to know that someone else is living around here and I might chance to run into him.