Unable to get our shit together to board the Shimoda (Tokyo's equivalent of The Hampton's, aka Roppongi-by-the-sea) bandwagon this weekend, P and I pursued our kicks largely city side. No room at the inn (or rather at any of the resort's more affordable minshuku) had been the main problem, further compounded by the lack of a banker boyfriend with a house share situ. Although regarding the latter, I realized this very weekend that this was obviously not a problem I was that eager to try to fix. But that's another story...or rather, a non-story.
So while our nearest and dearest were indulging in coastal chaos, P and I sought self-improvement and fulfillment in pedicurism (yes, I made it up but I'm thinking of forming a movement), extreme body-piercing and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
First up, pedicure. We paid, in my case, a long overdue visit to Arudy in Omotesando. Having broken bread together on a couple of occasions, I at last got to take B's friend, the award-winning Kana-chan, up on her offer to experience her nail salon. We had the works; care, massage and sparkly color applications, at an embarrassingly generous discount. So will definitely be cooking din dins in thanks again soon.
Next then we hit Extreme Body Piercing in the heart of Harajuku. P was wanting a newly customized bb ring fitted and I was hoping to upgrade and refurbish my own adornment, however ended up not bothering after being somewhat shocked by the price of the jewelry selection. The cheapest, most basic ring, not dissimilar to the one I have, being 8,900 yen, not even I could justify the expenditure.
Apart from when talking about the price, extreme was not the word I would use - more like excruciating. On site, we witnessed a grown man get, not one, but two belly button piercings, added to his self-confessed other eight. From what we could see and quickly calculate, we decided he had definitely paid a previous visit for a Prince Albert, which is also (um) handled on premises. One could only hope that they pulled down the privacy screen for that one!
The owner spoke remarkably good English... for what? For a man whose body was more than 70% tattooed, who had branded himself and who definitely had a PA, I was about to say... but, of course, that would be generalizing. Should add that we didn't actually see his PA but just assume as the owner, he must have tried it. What we did see, like it or not, (not, in my case) was his underskin piercing. I'm sure there is a technical term for it, i.e a ring embedded below the skin's surface. Look closely if you can bear to, at the hand below. He also showed us a full back shot of his tats, including his bare ass which was, as he admitted himself, tiny, or rather as P kindly assured him, "cute".
If that were not enough excitement for one day, P persuaded me to leave all my psuedo intellectual prejudices behind and join her for the latest (in Japan anyway) Potter epic. I haven't read the books, I haven't seen 1 and 2, I don't have the lunch box. Largely because I'm not interested. And while I can't say anything has changed since seeing number 3, what (all?) I can say is that it held my attention for an hour and half. What really occurred to me throughout though was that, if they aren't already doing this, they had better rattle out the last 2 or 3 (or however many there are to go) pretty darn quick, before Harry starts developing bum fluff on his face and the ginger dude's genitals drop (oh boy, the blog stats go up even further). While not knowing much about the characters or their futures, I thought I could already distinctly see some adolescent sexual tension developing... could just be me though.
Sunday was un-chronologically documented in previous posts... went to the beach, slumming it in Zushi with P, B and J.
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