Joyride
OK, last Friday was insane and amazing. I shouldn’t be writing about these kind of things, but I’m bound to forget as time goes on and this was one special Friday. It was sometime around 7-8PM, I can’t remember, but as I was walking through a bookstore, I ran into an old friend of mine who I haven’t seen since my time as an English teacher. I’m sorry, but since I’m a jerk, I forgot his name, so I’ll refer to him as my friend for now. Anyway, he walks up to me and says, “Hey! Great timing! Remember me? Follow me, I want to show you something quickly!” For some reason, I followed him, and I’m glad I didn’t hesitate, I remembered who he was right off the bat. We walked out the door, and he says, “Hurry, I want to show you my Ferrari!” I thought he was joking, but there, parked on the corner, was a shining red, beautiful new Ferrari. Then I remembered that he worked for a large software company, but I couldn’t believe that he’d own a Ferrari!!! He opened the door, I jumped in, and he took me for a joyride around the city and back to my office area. I’ve never rode a Ferrari before, but it was most excellent. The sheer force of gravity presses you back into your leather seats, and the sound is unlike any car I’ve ever rode. Well, he drops me off and lucky for me, there are my coworkers walking up the street on their way to dinner. I join them and afterwards, we decide to hit a club called Xanadu somewhere in Shibuya. My friend seemed to know some people there, so we got in for free, and wound up dancing until the wee hours.
I’d say around 3AM we realized that we’d had it with dancing and wanted to go home and sleep. It was just me and my friend Beau at this time, so we started walking up the road considering the cost of a taxi ride. Taxi rides here start at around $6.50, and can easily rocket up to $100 if you’re not careful(this happened to me once when I first got here…). Beau thought it would be funny if we tried hitch-hiking, which, if we weren’t somewhat intoxicated, would sound rather questionable, but at the time, it felt harmless. To our luck, it was a complete success, Beau managed to get a guy to pull over and give us a ride home! I’m sure we got the driver’s name, but I can’t remember. He was a really nice guy, Japanese of course, and apparently he loves America and had been traveling through Texas and even Boston several times in the past, so he was happy to help us out. I woke up the next day with no hang-over, and plenty of stories to tell my friends, the most amazing of which was riding a Ferrari in this amazing city. I just thought I’d share that, and also share the fact that I really don’t drink that much! 
