Friday night: "Sam and Dave's"

After writing that far-too-long post about the Gaidai summer gala, this will be shorter than it otherwise might be. But I'm lazy, so it's going to be short.

After an hour of sitting around and shooting the breeze with Aaron Dean, he, Monique, and myself all headed down to the station to meet up with everybody else. The three of us were probably the 10th/11th/12th people there, but as we waited, more people came. In groups of three or four, we eventually had a mob consisting of about fifty people.

So gathered, we headed east, to Sam and Dave's.

Once we got there, we all stood outside for a bit to wait for the others, and there was a shallow stream that runs by the street. Naturally, I was wearing my Danner 453 GTX boots (the short brown ones that are oh-so-soft), so, naturally, I stood in the stream and took some pictures.

Aaron at right is wearing my fuzzy green shirt, which appears to actually fit him. My shoulders are a little too wide now, but I still wear it sometimes because it's one of my favorite shirts. Got it from my grandparents, too.

So, we were about to go in.

Now, I should warn you that this was first time going to a club. Not just, "first time going to a club in Japan" or something like that. I'd never been to a club before. The reasoning for this is as follows:

• Clubs are places where you dance.
• Clubs are places where you drink.
• Clubs are expensive.

I can't dance, I don't drink, and I'm not rich, so it really doesn't seem like something I would like.
That said, I wanted to go just so I can have gone to one. In the end, it was a two-story bar with a dance floor a little smaller than our two Chamith house's living rooms combined.

So, we went in. There was rather steep $20 entrance fee with one drink* for men, $10 for women. I spent most of the time wandering around, just kind of watching people. Used my drink ticket to get a glass of mango juice, and later paid $5 (!) for a ginger-ale and mango juice blend that the bartender thought would be silly. It was tasty.

*I understand that it's usually a much better deal, as there's a student discount if you make it before midnight, so it's normally free for women and $10 with two drinks for men.

Umm...

I played some pool, and that started everybody else playing pool, which was kind of cool.
Here, Roy (the enviously attractive and well-built guy with the pool cue) just made a double-bounce shot, but I think it was n accident.

After a few more rounds of pool, everyone started dancing.
I tried to take pictures, but between the flash-nuking and the dancing it all just came out as a lot people in weird poses. I did get to see some salsa action, though, as Sandy and Melissa sort-of started doing salsa. Sandy's only been doing it for a few weeks, but he's pretty good. Melissa's got actual dance shoes, which I think says everything.

I discovered this poster, and loved it. If you look in the middle, it says "The woman who comes in yukata or bikini is free".

I took this picture on the way out. Apparently, the foreigner registration card has glow in the dark lettering on it. I would've never known if it weren't for the fact that they stamp your hand with a UV-sensitive stamp. Because of that, there are black lights at the entrance and in other areas at random.

The card isn't really that color at all, but I did what I could to bring out the glowing text, which reads "gaikokujin touroku shoumeisho" in katakana.

From here, it's about a3.5km walk home, which took me about an hour.

I'll gallery the rest of Saturday's stuff later, I guess. This wasn't nearly as short as I was expecting it to be.