Tokyo Redhed: Saturday Night Dead

Bizarre Roppongi evening last night. Began with relative sophistication, degenerated into soul destroying pub crawl...

I was helping PG celebrate his b-day - his girlfriend A had a arranged dinner at an excellent French place in Nishi Azabu. PG had generously invited four male friends along and me. As the novelty Western woman at the table, I was not short of attention of a sort and even if I do say so myself, I was on pretty good form - wit and resultant laughter flowed as freely as the wine. However, as we Western women know wit, intellect or even cheekbones are not the way to a lot of Western men's hearts over here - for many it's either complete idolization or, as in the case of these chaps, good old fashioned t & a. After dinner they headed to a strip joint. Happy B-day PG!

I on the other hand had fortuitously double-booked myself and hooked up with more wholesome friends, P and B and some others in the Hobgoblin. This time the footie was the main attraction and I had the feeling that no amount of t & a would have distracted most of the testoster-drones watching the TV screen.

Tired of the Roppongi scene, P and I decided to head back to the relative calm of the 'burbs and managed to persuade B to join us. P took us to her local Aussie hangout - the Blue Dingo in my old neighborhood, Gakugeidaigaku. This time the vibe was chilled and B played guitar for us. A nice way to end a somewhat frustrating evening.