I came home and sussed out yet another game plan. This time i went to Shinjuku to look for a cd requested by one of my boys.. I came out the south exit and rode the escolator 8 floors to get to tower records... Then i spent a further 30 mins trying to find the artist (it was a Japanese cd and their ordering system is heaps different). I finally found it, and they didnt have the one was after so i left.. I then went to Tokyu hands with the intention of buying some little toys for me and nami. But they were out of the ones for Nami and the ones i chose were the same as the ones i had (its kinda like a kinda suprise) So I decided to play some games and before i could finish it, it was time for me to meet Nami in Roppongi.. (seems to happen alot in japan). So i get there rite, and im waiting 20 mins ahead of time .. 10 mins after the meeting time i realise im in the wrong spot (we met in ther intersection and i was in the wrong corner).
So i rushed along and found her waiting with her workmate.. We said hello and then called the DTB crew and found out they werent too far away. SO we jumped on a couple of trains and ended up in Gaien-mae. Rio came down to meet us at 7/11 (as they had just finished watching the baseball and were based in a japanese pub). WE arrived, ate a little and drunk a little, discussing love stories, marriage etc.. They also situated me in the middle of the table, Nami couldnt be the one translating everything but it was nice of Rio to try and talk to me lots.. We concluded with me saying a little speech (amazingly they could understand it) and .... THey paid for me... ALL my drinks.. I felt speical. hehe..
We then set up the self timer and striked a baseball pose....
Then as a whole group wondered our way down to the train station where we parted ways.. Youske and Youhei came the same way as us so we rode together to Shinjuku.. Took some crazy photos and came home.. Its my last sleeping nite in Tokyo for a while so Im going to leave this here and lie in bed for a while.. Nitenite... Peacies
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