So, the 24 hour adventureness went through a sick amount of karaoke with dear old geoffery.
Karaoke is basically one of the most loved and most enjoyable drunken passions of this crazy nation, and with good cause. Like most things that the Japanese have gone about improving (for more examples, see cars, electronics and sex toys shaped like children's playthings), singing was given a serious retooling to make it more enjoyable for the average person. Its simple:
Take the songs that you love to sing in the shower, then remove the vocals.
Next, add a bunch of alcohol. Seriously ridiculous 1200 yen per hour for all you can drink amounts of alcohol.
After that, remove any non-friend distractions by confining the party to a small room full of your friends and ONLY your friends.
Last, be sure to replace any and all music videos with random cutscenes of Japanese folk in various famous cities around the world. Any one video may feature any or all of the following:
- Streetcars in San Fransisco
- A Ford Mustang
- The Canals of Venice
- Big Ben
- A BMW
- People in the Park
- More Streetcars
- Somebody getting a flower while wearing a white dress.
Seriously, even for singing something like "I like Big Butts" by Sir Mix A Lot will feature Streetcars in San Francisco.
Anyway, Geoff Sensei rocks the house. His Guns 'n Roses is a full body 9.5 kcal burning extravaganza of awesomeness. Even sans-mullet, I still feel like he's channelling the sum of the entire world's knowledge of 80s cock rock.
Here are a few sweet shots of dear Geoffery.
Welcome to the Jungle!
We Got Fun and Games!
See... even the camera couldn't handle the sheer awesomeness of that rendition.
Even the camera couldn't capture the sheer awesomeness of the performance without getting a little fuzzy...
And yes, the video had Streetcars.
And now, the final party... birthday number 2 of the evening... Matt's Birthday!
Matt is a lovely chap who I amuse to no end by calling him Australian. Though he's actually from a somewhat well known subsection of Scotland generally known as "England". Anyway... he's a good guy.
Being inspired by a certain hat-filled adventure that may or may not have involved me wearing a sombrerro and a fake moustache, Matt opted to celebrate his big day at none other than the most gloriously cost-effective fun warehouse on earth: JJ Club 100.
JJ's, as it is affectionately known, is a massive fun complex I have described before: Video Games (set to free play mode, of course), Pool, Batting Cages, Floor Hockey, Soccer, Internet, Karaoke, and even a massive ball pit. It is also open 24 hours each day, and serves cold chu-hi (like a vodka cooler) for 200 yen and cold Heinikens for 300 yen. A nights's worth of gaming will set you back somewhere around 2000 yen. I am always completly bashed out of my head, being tired and often somewhat drunk when I leave, but the first number is either a 1 or a 2, and I am always surprised at how cheap those 6 or 7 hours of fun come.
And if you need more evidence, here is a picture of some of my peeps playing Super Mario Brothers on the original japanese Famicom. GLORIOUS.
I have decided to tell the story of JJ's through the point of view of the Ball Pit.
It all started when some foreigners started jumping in the ball pit...
That one was loud, but then more started jumping in....
Including one who was EATING ICE CREAM.
Suddenly, it was all too much...
Dammit Jim, she just can't hold any longer!
NO MATTER WHAT!
ok... and then things got really out of hand...I mean... there were people in there!
Well, I suppose its to be expected... putting a bunch of hyper foreigners together in a bouncy ball pit and fueling them with 200 yen drinks is an event that is guarenteed to end badly.
Epilogue: Fortunately, we were able to discover the problem.... when the number of kilograms running and jumping into the kids ball pit exceeds 800, you may accidentally detatch one of the fans that keeps the contraption inflated.
Welll... at the very least, no one peed in it!
In the end, Tomothy kept his ice cream safe and sound no matter what sort of plastic shenanigans were going on all around him. He is indeed, ice cream samurai.