The Hunt for Gold

Back in 2007, my good friend Kevin and I made an attempt to immortalize ourselves in Japan forever. Instead of taking the well beaten path of curing cancer or seeing how many we could kill before being put down, we took a third path: seeing how many brain cells we could kill in a night and being rewarded for it.

How does this tie into today's story? Well, I guess I just suckered you into reading the rest of this post to find out (I use this technique to score girlfriends too, you'd be amazed).

The night started with heading to Tokyo to chill with a fine ALT friend (and recent guest of the podcast, plug successful!), Meredith. We headed to a smaller chunk of town called Ebisu and had ourselves a fine meal complete with girly foo foo drinks, gyoza (pot stickers), shrimp balls, and just to top it off, some delicious shark fin pot stickers (tasty stuff, first time having it. Kinda crunchy being cartilage and all). After that we made our way to Roppongi, the 'let's rape foreigners of their money' district I've visited once before. I remembered the name of the location to which Kevin and I attempted to take on God himself, so started searching for it.

In our journey to find this holy land, my companion and I walked into a pet shop which was great, until we saw a picture hanging which alerted us to the fact that Paris Hilton had recently spent time in the very same spot. We quickly ran out and I haven't felt clean ever since... in fact, I'm pretty sure my IQ has permanently dropped by 20 points and I now have herpes. Either way, we then bought an alcoholic beverage from the AMPM (which we drank on the street because it's ok here and thats amazingly awesome, even walked by a number of cops) an set off once more. After leading her around for a while randomly, we finally found it; the American shot bar known as Geronimos. Inside things were largely unchanged, I even saw the British lady I met two years back, though she was drunk and didn't remember me at all. Meredith and I grabbed some drinks and started scanning the walls, ever searching for the fruit of my accomplishments from years past.

Then it was found.


(My face is always red in this damn country.)

Awarded for each taking 20 shots in one night (it's since either been lowered to 15, or we were a lot more drunk than we thought), we received not only oversized T-Shirts, but these amazing plaques on the wall. Rock on. Were we not crunk however, maybe we would have written something witty or funny in some way. I did see another one ot these that had the awesome phrase "I just needed a new T-Shirt" written on it, hilarious.

After a drink or two we headed down to catch the last train, but wanted a picture of the two of us in front of the Geronimos sign first. We asked the first random group who walked by (ironically foreigners) and were subsequently mobbed by them. It was awesome and I want to hang out with these guys some more, funnest 5 minutes with a group of old dudes ever.


We did end up scoring one of their numbers, so hopefully we can par-tay with these fine fellows again. Other than that I don't have anything witty to go out on, sorry.