I recently spent a night in Nagoya. I went to a party hosted by a group called “Nagoya Friends”. I generally try to avoid these events due to the high number of over excitable foreigners that frequent them. The party was at a place called Red Rocks which bills itself as an Australian bar. The place was packed to capacity with Japanese people and foreigners all wearing name tags. Naturally, mine said Jesus. I am often put off at these types of events by guys who approach me to chat. While they most likely just want to meet another foreigner or practice their English, it is still a bit awkward for me to go to a social function and end up talking alone with another man. I met one interesting fellow who I christened Lucky Strike because of his lack of name tag. He told me of his plan to go to America because of his love for Eminem (as far as I know, he is not all that popular in the states anymore). Anyway, Lucky Strike and his friends cornered me and requested advice on how to go about impressing the ladies when they get to America. I suggested that some people are gullible and would believe them if they said they were secret ninjas. Strike is actually planning on studying “black English” so he too can become a rapper like Eminem. His goal is to go to Detroit and become part of the rapper populous by speaking their language. I encouraged him while suggesting that this plan could put him in some danger.
In all, the party was overpriced and not very compfortable but the night went well even though I forgot a good shirt on some hotel floor in Sakae.
