No Husthing (Part 13)

One of my favorite spots in Tokyo is the district around Aoyama/Omotesando/Harajuku (Gwen Stefani was onto something u guyz!) Crisp mornings with the din of trucks and voices streets away is great when you’ve been out late the night before...which seems to be the case on this particular morning. The streets were quieter than ever, as they lay in wait to receive parts of my bank account.







To my incredible delight, my little alien buddy was still sitting in the same chair he’s been sitting in for the past three years. He looks a little buried though…I love you little friend!











For lunch, I went to this place called JUSTIN. Not Justin, JUSTIN.




I’m guessing JUSTIN drew this.

It had also had a great view – this is what all of Tokyo looks like:

Seriously.





Also, you shouldn’t husth. In Japan, you can’t husth. NO HUSTHING!




For dinner, I headed to Shinjuku to meet up with Mayuko for dinner at a delicious spot, the Bitter Sweets Buffet.




Japanese pasta is the best.





Another night, another party at LEX. I may as well go every night , considering tomorrow evening will be my last here. Going out with a bang.