Just got paid, it’s Friday night, party hunting, feeling right.- Johnny Kemp (Just Got Paid)
When I told my brother DJ last night (Thursday night) that it felt like Christmas Eve, because the very next morning Payroll Santa (St. Nick’s fatter, rosier brother) would be depositing some cash in my bank account, his response was, “You should be rocking the Johnny Kemp soon.” My brother’s wrong, constantly, about a multitude of things, but which song to jam on an occasion is never ever one of the things he’s wrong about. If you just got a job, gained some pounds, lost a job, lost a toe, lost a lung, he’d know what song to play. Do you have an incurable illness? Your sister is really your mama? You’re being evicted? No worries; call my brother DJ, he’ll send you the soundtrack of your life; his phone number is 011-852-255-5555.
Tonight was my fourth week in Tokyo, and today was the first time that unborrowed money has graced my hands. It’s been “a hard knock life” people…. well not really, but almost. There were many spaghetti and butter days, spaghetti and cabbage days, spaghetti with no sauce or olive oil days; I needed a paycheck. Wait! Before we go on, let’s hear from the man himself, Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Johnny Kemp…:
So, though my classmates and I, only got paid for five days, October 12th-17th, and are still technically broke until November 28th, there’s no way the first payday, and the end of my first month in Tokyo, was going to go uncelebrated. For the record the next payday, November 28th, is gonna be the biggest bash since the birth of Christ (actually, that was a small affair, though I hear alot of sheep and three guys were there); bigger than the birth of Muhammed and Krishna; it’s going to be Hannukwanzaramadamas Day! Forget the turkeys, we’re going to get gravy, smear that all over 1000 yen bills, wriggle our faces in the bills, and wash our poverty down the drain with Suntory. After the end of November, we’re in the clear… except for loan repayments that is.
How’d I celebrate the first payday.. “I just got paid! Friday! Tell me where the party is?” Let me recap for y’all: I woke up early and had some hair removed at the Shiseido salon in Nihonbashi (I didn’t know I was so hairy (but it’s been 3 months!–they don’t use wax, and those electric clippers were whirring for an awfully long time), had lunch at the vegan restaurant It’s Vegetable at Kinischo Station Exit 5 (yum!– who knew soy meat could taste so good?– I’m not vegan, so you can trust me), stopped at the local florist, picked up my Alien Registration Card, aka “Gaijin Card,” which allows me to stay in Tokyo hassle-free until 2015, then went to M‘s dinner party/ housewarming. The dinner party was great, except for the part where M seriously sliced her finger cutting a baguette. We ate a ton of bread with all types of cheeses (goat cheese, blue cheese,parmesan), had a great Nepali dinner of spicy eggplant stew and couscous, and washed it all down with Shiraz, Merlot and Yebisu. It was fun, real fun… though the “party hunting” of which Kemp speaks will be reserved for Wednesday night (Ladies Night). Can’t wait for that either!
Good night guys… and thanks for reading (this is the 59th post!).
* Do you remember this IKEA island that we put together? (http://lettersfromval.com/2011/10/11/letter-from-tokyo-i-hate-ikea-or-how-to-screw/)
M cooking before the accident, E helping, and P keeping a safe distance from the bread, after the sliced finger incident.