Day 13 – Partying in Roppongi (The full story)

Ok, time to update the details of yesterday’s events. We actually woke up fairly late, sleeping in till about 10 am. We wanted to get a good view of the city, and it costs money to up the Tokyo tower, so we decided to go to the Metropolitan Building instead. It’s just about as tall, has an observation deck and is free. Plus, it’s better to see the Tokyo tower in your view as opposed to being in it.

Then it was off to go see the Gardens of the Imperial Palace, which we couldn’t do the first week, because it was closed the day we were in the area. It was kind of a

disappointment. Just a big park! If you’re only going to be in Tokyo, I would certainly recommend seeing it, but compared to some of the Garden’s we’ve seen at shrines and Temples while going around Japan, it was just no comparison.

On our way there though, I saw this guy playing a Shamisen, a (traditional japanese three stringed guitar) in the metro station. This dude was hard core. It was awesome! He was seriously rocking out hard core on this thing. It was like a heavy metal Shamisen solo.

Then, it was off to go bar hopping in Roppongi. This place is insane. It’s basically all bars. Many buildings have a bar on each floor. They’re mainly small bars, but still. The interesting part is that a lot of the doors are closed, and you can’t see what’s inside, so you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. It could be a reggae bar, it could be a strip club.

Our original plan was to go there, bar hop, and catch the last train home. That didn’t work out too well. We started bar hopping around 9 and found some interesting places. First, an Italian pizza joint. I had Budweiser since I was craving for a taste from home. Then a reggae bar, the Kingston bar. While there, we met a Jamaican, who was from Richmond, VA (of all places) and has lived in Japan for most of his life. After that, a salsa club. And damn, some of the people there could dance! Now one of the things you have to understand is that a lot of the clubs have hawkers. Their job is basically to stand in the street to get you to go into the club/bar. First question to ask: Is there a cover? If the answer was no, we went in. After that, the order gets a little sketchy for me. After the salsa club, we hit an Australian bar and had an extended conversation with the bartender. At this point it was getting close to midnight, and we didn’t want to head back to the hotel yet, so we decided we’d just cab it home later. Yeah, right!

Then, an Irish pub, and some place called “The First Bar”, which had just recently opened. Of course in between the pub and “The First Bar”, some hawker convinced us to stop in his bar, which had a god awful DJ(at least according to Shannon). I didn’t mind the music so much, but it was basically all about bitches and ho’s. Rap. Then of to the “First bar”, which was all stylish, but empty. We finally wound up at a place called “Gas Panic”. The music and vibe where good, so this is where we would plant our ass for awhile. Enough of the hopping. Later on I would realize why it’s called “Gas Panic”. One of the bartenders was breathing fire. Not like what you usually see firebreathers do. These flames were shooting AT LEAST 10 feet out of his mouth. It was impressive. At this point it was 2:30am, so we were like fuck it, only 2 1/2 more hours till the subway starts running again, might as well join the crowd and pull the allnighter to catch the 5 am train home. At some point we met this guy from Australia, James, and he pretty much wound up talking to us the rest of the night.

5 am: Time to go home, right? Wrong! Australian guy, James, wanted to keep on drinking, and mentioned that the Australian bar that we had been to earlier was open till 7. So off to the Australian bar. This is where the cops get involved. Japanese police do not carry guns. Just asps or nightsticks. So drunk Australian guy decides it would be fun to fuck with the cops. He starts tapping the cops asp/nightstick saying “Where’s your weapons”?. He was obviously stopped, and they asked for his papers. Shannon and I kept walking, pretending we didn’t know him, but curiosity got the best of me, and we sat down at the corner at the end of the block just to see what was going down. Somehow he managed to talk himself out of the situation, and he was free to go on. Back home, I have no doubt that a taser would have been involved somewhere. At the very least.

So, onwards to the Australian bar. You would think this would be IT for adventure. Nope. We get to the Australian bar, and get on the wrong elevator. Just to clarify, the elevators open up right onto the street. We hit the button for the second floor, and when the door opens it’s some guy’s apartment. Oops! Wrong building! We accidentally took the elevator in the building next door. A quick exit, one elevator over, and we were finally back at the Australian bar. We finally did manage to get home at about 6:30 am.

One thing about partying in Roppongi. EXPENSIVE! Expect to pay about 800-1000 yen ($8-10) per beer. Actually, liquor is about the same price. It really doesn’t matter what bar/club you go to though. The prices are pretty much the same. I haven’t counted how much the damage to my wallet was yet.

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~ by chriggy on June 25, 2008.

4 Responses to “Day 13 – Partying in Roppongi (The full story)”

  1. sounds interesting (and expensive!)..

  2. >Japanese police do not carry guns.

    Yes, they do.

  3. The group we ran into indeed appeared not to. However, I wasn’t exactly inclined to stick around and take a closer look.

    On most cops we saw, I did not see a gun. I’m sure some do carry guns. Also, not knowing Japanese, I could not tell what type of cops they were. They could have been metermaids or traffic cops for all I know.

  4. Well, the police here are armed.

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