Weird Party

My, I've been lazy. There really hasn't been much in the way of updates lately, has it? Sorry about that. Sometimes I guess I'm just too busy actually doing stuff to have time to sit and write it down. :-)

Two weeks ago, Saturday, I was strolling around Odaiba (sort of a high tech island here in Tokyo, as if the rest is not enough high tech) when my Japanese teacher / language exchange partner, Ari, called. One of her co-workers was throwing a wine party on saturday night, and would I like to join her there? Sure, it's a party, I need to meet more people.

So in the evening we met up in Meguro, me late, as usual. After some trouble with the cab-driver and the instructions we had for finding the place, we finally got there. The house seemed empty and deserted, and since we were like three hours late we thought maybe the party was over. Luckily, I suppose, the wife of the family, Ari's co-worker, arrived just then in her car. So yes, we were at the right location, and the party was indeed still going on. We got in.

There were loads of good food and decent wine, not bad at all. But there was a strange atmosphere at the party ... the wife was around 30, Japanese, and her husband was around 50, western. And even if she is indeed quite smart (I don't know; she might be), she kept walking around and pushing her boobs out so much I was worried her back might snap. Yes, it did look that weird. She didn't say much either, mostly smiled and kissed her husband ... Creeped me out. Can anyone spell "t-r-o-p-h-y w-i-f-e"?

Then, since she was around 30, most of her friends were as well, and most of his friends were similar to him. So now, we have a party were most (if not all) women are Japanese, late 20's, early 30's, and almost all the guys are western and getting close to (if not way past) 50. They had all been in Japan for at least 5 years, and were quite successful, running their own companies or managing other people's.

These guys were definitely not beyond hitting like crazy on those girls, either... It just felt really weird. I mostly hung out with a group of young Japanese people, a couple guys and a bunch of girls who were all really nice.

Anyway, obviously, this was not one of those nights when I went on partying all through the night. I made sure to hit the last train home in the evening...

There is a little epilogue to this party too. One of the guys there, let's call him C (this guy is definitely not above googling his own name, so that's why I'm not spelling it out) spent most of the evening acting like a teenage boy .... and I don't mean that in a good way. He had somehow made it a goal to get to see the underwear of as many girls as possible ... as soon as he got them one by one he tried to convince them to show him their panties. Sometimes it worked out, too. All very strange and quite creepy. Anyway. He also took lots of pictures, and so he sent some to me. All nice and dandy. But just when I thought he had actually done something normal, I reached the end of the email ... and there, attached, was a huge picture of C together with Keith Richards... Weirdest thing. It's like name-dropping, only worse ... picture dropping! I was just like ... well, there really isn't much to add to that.

The world is full of weirdos.