Woke up just in time this morning to watch the Chargers lose. Sick. Also woke up after breakfast, as did everyone else and minutes after waking up Takagi Sensai was knocking on my door to collect my key before we got ready to move out. Takagi was less than pleased with us at this point. I have vague memories of running into Takagi the night before in the hallway when we returned and her saying something to the effect of “you’re late….you broke your promise…you can’t be trusted…no breakfast tomorrow.” Apparently the last part was just wishful thinking as Takagi was furious about missing breakfast and cancelled the rest of the day. My bad guys. Takagi was mad at everyone, but she did save her harshest criticism for me: “your character is such that it cannot be trusted.” Honestly, that stings. I didn’t think a teacher had the capability of hurting my feelings, but I thought wrong. Anyways I enjoyed the last shower I would take in D building before checking out and enjoying my free day. How did I enjoy my free day? Walking around Harajuku, eating a double cheeseburger at Wendy’s and nursing my hangover at Starbucks before coming back the to Olympic Center and watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Thrilling.
That night we got dinner with Takagi, totally not awkward or uncomfortable. After dinner we checked in to our initial miserable rooms that are about as cozy as solitary confinement. We went back to Shibuya again, this time to another club called RockWest. Apparently Monday nights are the best club nights, besides nine of us, there was three other people in club. One would think this would make for less memorable of a night, but one would be mistaken. AP was at it again, this time targeting everyone. After seeing her maul Scrilla I thought I was in the clear, but as I enjoyed my Reggae Punch (best drink ever) at a table by myself in the corner, I saw AP get that look in her eye and head my direction. I thought to myself, I am sitting down, my back is against the wall (my ass wasn’t vulnerable) and I am not even on the dance floor, how bad could this end? She danced over to me and I obliged with half dancing back while still sitting in my chair. So far so good. Seconds later as I turn my head to acknowledge Weidner who had walked up next to me I felt AP’s teeth dig in my cheek. “What the fuck…did you just bite my face?” AP had a glassy look her in eyes and instead of responding went back for the bite again. Despite my best effort to move she caught me again. At this point another girl noticed the pain, dismay and anger in my face and removed AP from the situation while I went to the bathroom and checked my face for blood. Seriously. AP spent the rest of the night sitting on the toilet with the door open, vomiting on the floor. Classy. As we got together and wrangled AP up from her post on the toilet to leave we realized we had lost Scrilla. We scoured the club before figuring he must have left on his own. We all got into cabs and headed back. When we got back Alex and I were sitting in the common room and heard Scrilla get back about 30 minutes after us. He charges into the common room yelling about his lost debit card. When we asked him where he was, he gave us a response that went something like, “Where was I BRO? I was at the club bro, where were you BRO?” When we told him we looked for him and he wasn’t there, he threw his phone on the ground and went back to yelling for his debit card. Though I went to bed shortly after, it turned out Scrilla had given his debit card to Jason but in his anger looking for it last night broke his phone, begged cab drivers to give him a ride home though he didn’t have money, cried when he was lost on the streets of Tokyo with no money, no friends and no way home (who can blame him) and tore apart his room looking for a debit card that he had given to Jason earlier in the night so he wouldn’t spend more money. So despite AP’s best effort, winner again of the most blacked out drunken Tokyo night: Scrilla Mayne. Congratulations.
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