Dima’s birthday in Shibuya
Dima has turned 20 this weekend so we gathered up to celebrate it at a nice Italian restaurant in Shibuya and then in Camelot – Dima’s favorite club (yeah, I know kids but whatever, it was his birthday). Now, he can use his real ID to enter clubs, yay! Hopefuly, next time we can go somewhere classier like the Blacklist or Velours.
He brought his friends from guest house : two English teachers, two Russian girls and Americanized Brazilian guy – who was very funny. Rodion, Serezha and Yamada san also came so it was a fun party!
Rodion couldn’t find the place so I had to run in my little black dress almost all the way to the station to pick him up. Besides his usual weirdness he was already tipsy from another party. He brought “unagi pie” as a birthday present to Dima. For those who don’t know, unagi pie is a cookie that tastes like a french toast but that is made of unagi – fresh water eel. It is also known to be an aphrodisiac. I think Dima was quite offended with the present as he claims he has no problems in that area whatsoever. ^-^
In Russia, whenever we decide to have a birthday party, we pay for everything out of our own pocket. In Japan, guests are the ones paying for themselves and for you. They are also usually the ones organizing the party. All you have to do is show up, blow the candles and receive the presents.
Dima did his party Russian way so when I asked the English teachers for the money I was about to collect from everyone and pay for the food while he was in the toilet, they turned me down. I was quite embarrassed but also shocked. How could two 40 year old dudes let a 20 year old student pay for the entire dinner? I can never understand how loosing your face in front of everyone is less important than lousy 60 bucks you refuse to pay…
After dinner, we went up the hill to Camelot. Dima ran to the station to get some discount fliers for the entrance and me, Serezha, Yamada san and Rodion went to the bar next door for some tequila shots and Mohitos to wait for his return.
The bar was closing so they gave us 15 minutes to have our drinks and get out. Later, in the club I switched to beer again and that’s when my head started to spin. I got so drunk I thought club dancers were cute! Now, I look at the picture and think never, never drink beer after tequila. ^0^
The club had no pictures policy so of course I took as many as I could. I hate when clubs do that. I am taking a picture of me and my friends, why do I need to ask your permission to do that?
This is the last shot I took before turning green and leaving the party. Luckily, I recovered well the next day! ^-^