Fourth Time's a Charm : Tokyo

First night in Tokyo: Drunk bat cadging

Before I was in Australia I had traveled to Tokyo to visit my brother. It was a last minute invite from my family that I couldn't refuse. Although, I was a bit hesitant since I'd been there three times before. I felt like the money would be better spent going somewhere I hadn't been. I'm actually glad that I went though.

It took the fourth visit for me to actually appreciate Tokyo for the dope city that it is, rather than standing afar admiring its novelty. When I first visited Tokyo in 2009 I just lost my mind. I was still living in San Francisco at the time and the fashion was still going through it's post neo soul phase. I was tired of wearing leaf colors and hats, and I had this misguided idea that Japanese people know how to do this fashion shit, so I should buy up all of that fashion shit.  I ended up going home from that trip with a bunch of clothes that I would end up selling in the years to come. I don't regret it. I tell people everyone loses their shit in Tokyo at least once.

My brother has been living in Tokyo for a few years now. It was a trip to see him guide us around the city. Although this time around, I felt assured that I could get around the city by myself just fine. Much of that trip was me going off on my own and meeting everyone else later.

Where are we going? I don't know. 

The biggest highlight of that trip was spending quality time with my brother, which is just co signing with the usual shit that he likes to do. "So do you want to go to the batting cages?" um okay. "So do you want to go rock climbing?" Uh. Sure.

Although I could've done both of those activities back home, going to the batting cages drunk at 2am is just a blast. There are outdoor batting cages in the middle of the city, and with a green tea and whiskey in tow I allowed myself to just swing away.

Did I go shopping? Yeah not crazy kind. Shopping in Tokyo is kind of just madness, but like a quiet madness. It's not like Black Friday here in the states where you're afraid for your life, but every time I come here I find that people have an excitement about shopping that's contagious. I went home with three items. If you'd known the old me. That's a vast, vast, vast improvement.

Here are other highlights:

Abura Soba. 

Didn't really eat anything new except for some Abura Soba, which was the fucking tits. You're probably like ... where's the soup, Christina? You don't need soup, bruh. There's magical chili oil, spices, and garlic below all of that sexy noodle.

Best day ever. 

Yes this is an owl. I hope there are no animal rights violations associated with this owl cafe. From what I observed the owls were very pampered and loved. This guy that I'm holding got a complimentary hose shower because it was over a 100 degrees outside. The glee and happiness getting to pet a motherfucking owl was worth the damn trip.









It's been real Japan. Arigatou gozaimasu *peace sign*