Okay, I just finished lugging about 40 lbs. of jeans around Shinjuku and back. I hope you guys are happy. Shoreman, I hope to find you a pair of 36s tomorrow, as I couldn't find a pair today. The lengths the Uniqlo guy seemed to be going to to try to find some 36s would have astounded you though. Last night was crazy. I went out with a British guy and two Dutch guys from the hotel and we headed ostensibly for Shibuya and then Roppongi but by the time we made it onto the train we decided it was late enough to forego Shibuya and head straight to Roppongi. I just realized I really can't properly type. It's like I've forgotten how. It's hopeless to try to explain the night in prose right now but I will try to flesh this out tomorrow. I'll just outline it for now. 830-915pm- planning and drinking beer in hotel lobby. British guy is very particular vegetarian so he researched his options. 930- train to Roppongi, give up on Shibuya idea 1015- eat at Sicilia - miniscule veal w/ mild gorgonzola - took picture of cucumber salad. Writing all over all walls and every surface. My Sharpie had died so could not add our own graffiti. 1 drink here. 11?-Gas Panic, so the British guy "could say he had been there" - Canadian guys passing out on bar - One drink, boring - Nigerian guy on street genuinely tried to help us find a place to go and left us alone when he couldn't think of a place. Possibly the most odd thing that happened all night. (They typically claim anything to try to drag you into "their" club) ???-Mexican place- two drinks, very quiet, figuring out where to go - Canadian guys reappeared and continued drinking, passing out on bar again. 1 am - off toward club Yellow, far down Roppongi main street, excellent music and crowd, small basement place, dark, 3-4 drinks (weak, small G&T, moved on to dispenser beer @ 700 yen). Met pleasant but dumb sounding American guy toting two Japanese girls who spoke good English - American guy disappeared and girls tagged along with us. 3?4?am- back to Mexican place. British guy fading out rapidly. Was awoken by Dutchmen when found napping in the "loo". Girls tried to order a whole bottle of tequila, but luckily staff did not get the message - or were wise enough to quietly ignore request for the sake of keeping place in order. Salsa version of Volare by Dean Martin came on - girls very intrigued that I knew the words to the song (in Italian). 3-4 drinks here. 5?am- tried extremely loud club hawked by Nigerian guys for the hell of it. Drinks were ridiculously expensive. British guy claimed to have realized it was a brothel of sorts. I didn't see this. He may have become delusional by this point. Left immediately. 0 drinks here. 5?6?am- attempted to find falafel van that Slim, Johnny and I ate from last week. Van was closed so we found a "Parisian cafe" open 24 hours and went up. Beer, very expensive coffee and sandwiches were breakfast of choice. 1 drink, IMMSMC. 7?8?am- headed to station toward home. Charged J-girls with finding us a good restaurant to try eating fugu (poisonous blowfish sushi). Got their number and parted company. 9?10?am- back to hotel. Beers purchased on the way there. British guy had to check out by 10. Drank beer in lobby and compared passports. Dutch guys and others in lobby entertained by my exaggerated overpronunciation of their language. Various people keep handing me beers. Never a thought that drinking well into the daytime might be unwise. Discussed a possible future attempt to eat fugu while skydiving. 3? beers. 12pm-make cursory attempt to properly go to bed. 515pm- find self in room still wearing all clothes and shoes and probably with shoulder bag still on. Awake entirely unrefreshed and rather surprised at the time. Head to bakery for now-ritual morning donut. Eat donut and canned vending machine coffee in lobby with Dutch guys. Gave Dutch guys J-girls' number to attempt fugu excursion. 530pm- head out to Shinjuku Uniqlo. Tomorrow we check out and leave Japan at 9pm. Arrive Seattle 9pm same day. I will try to check in online tomorrow sometime.