Sharing a futon

…With a kangaroo on a Saturday night brings great domestic bliss to my heart. Mr. D. is back from India and life is sparkly again. I know life should be great with or without him and he’s my lucky bonus, but I won’t go into that and just sink into this cosy affair now. We slept all day; I cooked brunch while Mr. D. hopped out into the rain to get us steaming lattes from Starbucks. After three final episodes of The Shield, we napped again. We just had dinner at 10pm — but I’m hungry again and it’s almost midnight. Thought I would blog a bit before I run out to the convenie (convenient stores) to grab some chocolate and onigiris. I just want to relish not doing anything today.

We had an awesome time yesterday evening with dinner at Amataro in Shibuya. A casual izakaya, this restaurant served up delish Jap staples like grilled shishamo (pregnant fish), agi-tori (not sure if this is correct, but these were chunks of deep fried chicken), fresh raw tuna with creamy pieces of avocado — all washed down with endless mugs of fruit-flavoured chu hi (a fizzy liqueur that tastes like gin and tonic) and sho-chu (a liquor distilled from sweet potatoes, barley, buckwheat and sugar). There was such a big group we needed two tables.

I wasn’t able to speak to everyone but chatted with Mike, Derek’s business associate and friend, Corinne, a Singaporean who has been working in Tokyo for three years and Rene, a Japanese-Austrian German teacher. It felt fabulous talking to adults. I was beginning to feel my world was regressing because the peeps at school are mostly uni students. They are friendly and all but I’ve been through what they are doing now, plus their thinking and attitudes are those who are coming of age. The things they talk about are vastly different from Friday night’s dinner.

For the first time in a long while, I felt normal. We exchanged notes about living in Japan, girly stuff and just laughing about whatever that comes to mind. I felt relaxed and that’s something I want to feel more often.

After dinner we headed over to a chi-chi launch of Trump Room, a sister bar of Red Bar. The only things in common these two places had was the tiny space and all the walls and ceilings were jam packed with chandeliers and gothic looking mirrors. The décor was amazing but the atmosphere was odd. Mike said it’d be a fashiony, arty crowd. I guess it was but they had sausages cooking on a grill, which made me think, “It smells like breakfast at midnight!” The music was cool and funky but the speakers were being overworked so you could detect the fuzzy static in the music. The bar was only stocked with vodka, jagermeister and wine. Bummer. There was also a flea market corner where there were miniature German products. It was so weird to see bottles of mini Jagermeisters, tubes of mustard and other knickknacks with German words on them.

By the time 2am rolled around, we thought it was time to head to our main destination — J-pop Café. Also in the Shibuya area, this kooky place is actually a café in the day that plays J-pop music and modern Japanese fare. At night, it’s a cool space that hosts all kinds of music events. Last night, Scott’s friend was the VJ (not the MTV type but apparently these video jockeys come up with the visuals that go with the music) for that particular club night. We were in a small room with a conical ceiling. Leaves decorated the shiny silver mesh and industrial pipes. The lighting had a pink and purple tinge, plus dizzy disco lights that sprayed the room with psychedelic colours all night long. Strangely the room never filled to the max but it was really fantastic music. It was trancey with a cheeky twist but switched to thumpy techno on occasion. There were moments when I felt so exhilarated I just danced my heart out. Can I say I just love clubbing here.

Cheers to more great days like this and less moping around.

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