What a weekend for going out! The schoolgirl day was good, but that was simply the final stage in a long line of shit. We start out on Friday night - a typical Friday running around Kabukicho. A few years ago I might have made a story out of meeting cool old men, drinking too much, hunting a bunch of hot girls, and getting sex at the end of the night. Now, thats just a prequel. One piece of news though: the pushy black guys never mess with us anymore. I guess its the aura.

Saturday was the night of the famed Yamanote Halloween Party. Some other people and myself promoted this through informal channels like the internet. There was a lot of negative feedback from people saying how it would be wrong to party on a train. Then there were others who cited previous years’ parties and saying it would be too dangerous to go. I just listened to my own experience from the event last year and went. After warming up with some alcohol-fueled karaoke, that is.

A platform full of foreigners ready to party.

In the end, it was a great turnout. More than last year, I’m quite sure. And beyond that, the party certainly went longer. I went more than a loop myself, which was something, considering last year we couldn’t make it a full time around. There were lots of cool costumes, and I nearly felt for a minute I should’ve made a stronger effort myself.

Random strangers on the train.

In case you weren’t there, you can find lots of pictures/videos circulating the internet already. Hop over to Japan Probe for more coverage.

Sunday was a whole different affair, though I have some mixed feelings on it. I saw my 130kg wonder girl, Tubby, for the first time in over a year. The whole setup was basically a long-distance booty call I had planned for a long time. Of course, since she was travelling across the country to meet, I felt I had to show her around Tokyo some (her first trip here). Luckily, she was having none of it, so we just went back to my place to fuck all night. I got some nasty new pictures, but I’ll leave it to your imagination instead.

130kg of lost readership?

One annoying thing about her (and other fat girls) is, even on a day-long date, she wouldn’t eat a bite of food. I have no weird fetish with force-feeding or anything, but it looks dumb as hell when she is restraining herself from eating in front of me. What - if she doesn’t eat I’ll suddenly not realize she’s a huge whale?

I was able to kick Tubby out and cleanup her messes in the early morning hours, so by noon the next day NanpaBoy and I were already running around Tokyo on a quest. The original plan for Odaiba nanpa and Ueno drinking didn’t quite stand up to reality, but I think we got all we headed out for.

A homeless convention at Shinjuku station.

Boarding the touristy Yurikamome train in Shinbashi, we got ourselves day passes to guarantee the freedom to cause trouble without thinking about money. It was a good deal, because on a Monday there’s no one particular place in Odaida worth spending a lot of time at. In the main Odaiba area we were sickened by the lack of convenient stores, right when we spotted a place to get some cheap 300 yen draft beers - sold right in the hallway of the mall. If that’s not a reason to visit Japan, I don’t know what is.

Trippy tubey contraption.

There weren’t very many single girls walking around, since this is a famous couples’ date spot in Tokyo. Still, there were enough pairs of girls walking around to make it pleasant. Some pairs even initiated first contact, though no numbers came of it. The biggest let down was, despite the truckload we saw get on the train here, there were no schoolgirls in Odaiba.

Shot of the wanky Fuji TV building.

After finding absolutely no love at several different spots around the island, we took the train to the end point: Toyosu. A new mall, LaLaport, jsut opened there two weeks ago - and word is that its hot with young women. We decided to put into action our plan for surveying schoolgirls about the finer points of fashion. When NanpaBoy and I did this in the past we used a clipboard, but today we would end up kicking ass with free hands.

We saw a few schoolgirls in the area before making it to the mall, but no actual approaches until we got near. Our first pair was friendly and glad to talk, but didn’t have any accessories. There were no results to show from this encounter, but it put me in the mindset I find necessary for cold (sober) nanpa.

Once in the mall, we spotted a pair walking towards us with well decorated bags, so we simply uncanned an opener. Although NanpaBoy and I took turns starting off, the approach was fairly uniform: we’re here to survey schoolgirls about their accessories - do you have a favorite? Then ask some about what they like and get a picture. Finish with a number if possible. This was a really basic cold approach, but it worked fine for simply getting pictures and pushing us to the next level later. Without leading the conversation further, we accomplished our survey goal early.

The next group included a friendlier girl, but there was a third wheel who seemed quite scared of us. No problem, we’re not out to hurt anyone, and we got all the cooperation we needed for our survey from the others. A pair later on actually approached us. Or rather, they came to stand next to us at a railing and invite our advances. The interview went well and we got several pictures, including a full body group shot. There seemed to be some interest in friendship, so we offered to trade email and send them copies of the group picture. That was premature perhaps, because one of the girls freaked. We made our goodbyes after that, but those two kept shadowing us for a while.

Another schoolgirl later on was solitary and we saw her talking to some black woman and a group of people. We swung in after that, but it seemed that the other foreigners had done something of an anti-buttering up and this girl nearly ran off without a word.

By now the sun was starting to set so we headed back into town. Still on the schoolgirl high, we approached several others on our commute through Yurakucho and Tokyo. No luck, as seemingly solitary girls are more likely to be afraid of two big honkies.

In Okachimachi we grabbed some excellent food and drink at a local tachinomi. Quite a steal for the price. On surprising twist was when we order Hoppy, a local Tokyo microbrew. I had drank this once before without being impressed. Here, apparently, it was the old men’s style to pour the beer over a glass of shochu liquor and ice. Damn! It was not bad, in all honesty. Strong beer.

Pouring beer into liquor.

After this, NanpaBoy was really drunk and the last thing we needed to do was go to Hub. So what did we do? Physically run down the street to catch the last stroke of happy hour (it was actually 19:01) and get some strong long islands. Unable to finish after an hour, NanpaBoy tried to steal his glass but was caught for once.

I had to restrain the hungry motherfucker from binging on curry at every turn, but we eventually made our way back to Ueno station. There were another spate of bungled attempts at schoolgirl interviews before we finally came to meet a beautiful pair of eager senior year students. They helped with our survey, took pictures, and even went so far as to trade numbers. I always assume I’m getting fake number/email and will try to verify it when I can. For a change, my schoolgirl made the effort to verify my info after we traded. I have no delusions about meeting her again, but that’s a good sign at the least.

NanpaBoy was much drunker than me now and continued his nanpa on the train, against normal convention. It took balls though, and he actually cornered a schoolgirl who was somewhat interested in talking with him. For the ride at least. I got a view from across the seat, so I saw what NanpaBoy didn’t: there was a crowd of angry salarymen giving him the eye on one side, and a smoking hot 19-20 year old gyaru on the other who was watching with interest. She actually laughed at his efforts (under his radar, but not mine). I made an opening after that, but had to get off the train. I expected she’d follow but I lost that one.

Trouble followed us to Tokyo station, as well. NanpaBoy followed his girl from the train off the platform. I shadowed for a minute so as not to get lost from him, but I spotted my own hot checkered skirt walking in another direction and had to pursue. At this point in the night our approaches were more along the “where is Tokyo station?” idiotic lines, which wasn’t helping us at all. My girl didn’t talk long, so I was soon searching around for my friend. No luck there, but I found a nice 20-something fat girl named Asami who gave me the directions to another platform. After a while, NanpaBoy showed back up, also tempered by his own string of failures.

The night wound up in Shinjuku where we split ways: he ran off to buy some anal lube and meet his 18-year old girlfriend while I ran home to dump all my photos on the HDD before meeting my own woman for the night.

I’ll be back tomorrow with some followup thoughts on nanpa.