Oy.
2AM Saturday. Walked home by Reinier and a New Yorker named Chris. Remember drinking as many watered-down beers and awful cocktails as possible at the Izakaya. Made friends with a girl named Keiko and laughed about translating the obscene from English to Japanese.

Afterwards, walked around the Kabukucho to the South Exit area and back with Ren-san and Chris. We found a mysterious and lively midnight festival (think Tenchi Muyo) in the middle of the Kabukicho (downtown Shinjuku) near the steps of a temple no one would ordinarily think was there. We meandered through it for an hour or so, amusing ourselves with various ventors. Memories of booths and lights are like water, bright and shallow and obscured. Colors.

Walked through the Kabukicho and all three of us went into a love hotel we found wherein I accidentally selected us a room and we had to explain to the bellhop(?) that we didn't actually want to stay.

Chris must be rich because he offered to buy everything and he and Ren-san took a cab back to his place.

I am amazed and I was glad to show them where I live. Shinjuku. Yeah. I walked home tonight.