While the title of this post may seem like total nonsense, it accurately describes a night out in the lovely bedroom community of Noborito.
Widely known as a good place to change lanes, Noborito is in fact a rather heady hotbead of random insanity. It's a place with gusto, character and just a hint of attitude. Translation: it's dirty, but it can be lots of fun.
Take this shop for example.
During the day, the Antique and Junk is a lovely place to buy old furniture at somewhat hefty prices. I appreciate the little bit of guesswork involved in sorting the Antiques from the Junk, but I guess that's the essential fun of Antique shopping anyway. At least this place is honest about the fact that 90% of the stuff you'd buy there would be worthless to 90% of the people to whom you'd show it.
Of course, perhaps from the owners of the establishment started by renaming some of their old junk "antiques" and making a killing. This killing allowed them to open the business of their dreams.
Fast forward to dusk, and you might find that the owners of this lovely establishment had slightly different dreams than your average Antique shop proprietor.
The elderly lady behind the cash register heads off for the night. At some point, someone brings in the larger merchandise that spends the day outside, safe under the protection of a heavy coat of dust. The furniture will make an excellent coat rack for the patrons that frequent the Antique & Junk during the evening time. Presumably, a few regular customers start drifting in, and the place goes through a transformation that might be unique in all of the world.
In fact, this change demonstrates might be the only way to tell the difference between the Antiques and the Junk:
Come on back and get trashed!
You see, the things they really value have been put away carefully, somewhere safe them from the wrath of wild, sake-fueled gesturing. After sunset, the Antique and Junk is no more. With a slight change to just about everything except the address, the very same store is happy to play host to a cadre of crazy people.
...host to crazy people that are allowed to drink next to a massive shelf filled with Antiques, that is! Fear not, dear reader, the "wa" was not disturbed for the upstanding customers at the Antique and Junk.
Indeed, it's quite an experience, one that's made even better by the people who are actually AT the bar. The Shop Master, for one, is friendly and welcoming. He also speaks the English that you learn from drinking, rather than the type you learn in a classroom.
"Hey Dudes!! Take it easy, eh? Do you know Phil??"
The atmosphere is made interesting by bright lights, western music (eg, rock, disco, etc) and exceedingly friendly regular customers.
Within 20 minutes, the fellow on the left had
1) Decided we were his best friends ever.
2) Purchased a round of drinks.
3) Shaken my hand in the traditional grip 14 times.
4) Shaken my hand with two handed "special care grip" 9 times.
5) Gotten involved in a massive thumb battle, and encouraged everyone else to do the same.
ER... So, let's see if you were paying attention, as we now have all the ingredients listed in the title.
DRUNKEN JAPANESE DISCO THUMB WAR IN AN ANTIQUE SHOP!!!