(Day 15) For Relaxing Times...

Akemashite omedetou. I’m not writing that in hiragana because that’s so yesterday. So we’ve officially entered 2011 with this entry. Mind you, we kind of missed the first light of day because, well, we were sleeping as per usual. So, we were up and at ‘em for dinnertime. And where do we eat the first supper of the year? At our now-favourite buffet spot on planet earth, Bitter Sweets Buffet.





So it was really odd to be in Shinjuku today…the streets were mostly deserted, nearly all shops and restaurants were closed, and…Studio Alta was black. It was like the rapture came on New Year’s Day.



Eiji texted Janelle and wanted to meet up a bit later, so to kill time, we did the usual.


Utahiroba!



No trippy hallucinogenic fluorescent paint here…but a nice view of the street eight floors below. All my fans were gathering around, so I sang to them from above. Like an angel.





HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA soooo terrible. I laugh everytime.

After singing our voices dry, we enjoyed a nice stroll through the Southern Terrace’s Christmas light celebration.





For a country that doesn’t celebrate Christmas, they sure do a nice job of pretending.



When the time came to meet with Eiji, he grabbed and threw us in a taxi and we rode up the road to the swanky, I’ve-always-wanted-to-go-there, Park Hyatt Tokyo. And it’s totally like it is in ‘Lost in Translation’ – the service is flawless.



Ahhhhhh! Wait a minute. Lest you think this post is about to take a turn for the freaky-deaky, we weren’t coming to the hotel to get a room. Oh gosh, that didn’t even occur to me until I wrote the above. No, we are here to visit the New York Bar on the 52nd floor. It’s like, no big deal, or whatever. But…HUGE deal.







That green concoction is a Greven and the crazy delicious. Cheapest drink on the menu was 1,600 yen (~$19.) Yup. And there’s also a 2,200 yen (~$25) cover charge. Yup. But there’s also smooth jazz and a whackload of whities. No Bill Murray.











After Eiji took care of the bill (I LOVE YOU EIJI), we headed down to the 41st floor to partake in more libations. No amount of libations is enough today. HAPPY NEW YEAR!


Because this is what “rich” people wear drinking.





More champagne, mimosas…more laughter. I do believe there is a connection.



After Eiji took care of the bill (THANK YOU EIJI. DID I MENTION THAT I LOVE YOU.), he threw us in a cab again and we headed over to Akasaka where we decided that some karaoke would be nice because Eiji really wanted to sing some Fukuyama Masaru (and Lady Gaga.)



He told Janelle she smelled better than the best tuna. He told Janelle she smelled better than Tom Cruise. It was hilarious. We put poor little hammered Eiji in a cab and sent him on his way, hoping he’d make it home. Poor lil guy.

Tomorrow we hanging out with my second family, the Suzuki’s, and do a bit of shopping before rolling it all up for one last rager in Roppongi. Giddyup.