I went to a night club in Japan and it was sh!t

Recording. I think we're recording.

So for some reason last night I was

thinking about nightclubs, and I have

actually been to a nightclub once in my

life. Only one time though. One time was

enough. And yes, it was in Japan. Pretty

much all my first-time experiences were in

Japan. Kissing a girl, having sex with a

girl, relationships. Getting dumped,

getting kicked out of my house, getting

fired, going to a nightclub. All

first-time experiences in Japan. What a

lovely time. So the

story starts back in 2011. It was my

second time to Japan and I was going on

the working holiday visa. It was November

and I just got to the guest house and it

had been about a week or two and there

were posters around the guest house saying

that They were planning to go to some kind

of Halloween party in November, even

though it was October. No, Halloween's in

October, isn't it? October, last month of

October. So okay, it kind of makes sense

to have a Halloween party at the beginning

of November. So we were

planning on going to this Halloween party

which is organized by the— what's

the word— the main company of the guest

house. Which also owns various other

guesthouses around Tokyo. So everyone

who's going to this party would be people

who lived in the guesthouses. So it's

basically a Halloween party for tenants of

the guesthouses.

So I went with the current guesthouse

manager, this black American guy called

Mac. I don't know why I just told him—

told you his real name. That wasn't even

his real name. His real name was like Gary

or something. Oh shit. Everyone called

him Mac for some reason. Japanese people

found it funny to call him Big Mac, like

the McDonald's. I went with the guesthouse

manager and Mac and this old guy,

Seiji, this Japanese old guy.

And also I was going with the

bisexual Japanese guy and the French girl.

So we all went together. The French girl

and the bisexual Japanese guy didn't show

up until later.

So I went with Mac and Daiji— oh, not

Daiji, that was his real name, shit— and

the manager from the guesthouse. We went

on the train to Shibuya. It was my first

time to Shibuya ever. It was my first time

to a nightclub. They asked me if I'd ever

been to a nightclub before and I said no,

and they were like, what, you've never

been to a nightclub before? And I said,

no, I haven't. And they were really

surprised and they found it kind of

amusing.

So we rode the train for about 40 minutes,

I think, and we got to this— it wasn't

really a nightclub, okay? The nightclub

isn't going to start until after the

Halloween party. So we went to the

Halloween party, which was in some kind

of— I guess it was like in a pub. They had

a bar, they were serving beer and alcohol,

and there were loads of Japanese people.

Because it was Japan, and it was kind of

awkward. I didn't know what to do. I just

like I I stuck to Mac

and the manager. I didn't really talk

much, and they were talking to different

people. And then the French girl and the

bisexual Japanese guy turned up, and we

got more drinks, and a few people

tried to talk. Talk to me, Japanese people

that I didn't know, and it was really

awkward. The conversations never really

went anywhere. I talked to a few ladies.

I say ladies because they look kind of

mature. I told them— they asked me what I

was doing in Japan. I said I was looking

for a job, and I said I wanted to work in

a convenience store. They warned me. They

said, it's not an easy job. There's gonna

be lots of things you have to remember.

And I just kind of ignored them because I

was kind of set on getting a convenience

store job. Anyway, around midnight,

that, that place closed. That venue shut

down— did not shut down, it closed,

closed because, uh, it was too late. So,

um, our group had increased. We had gained

a new member. This— she was also Black,

but she was from Hong Kong, which is

really strange for me. I've never met a

Black person who's from an Asian country,

and she I think she said she was half

black and half Hong Kongese.

I don't even know what they're called.

Hong Kong person, Chinese person. But she

didn't really look Chinese. She looked

completely black. But she joined our group

and we were walking around the streets of

Tokyo. It sounds kind of cool, doesn't it?

We were walking around the streets of

Tokyo. The American guy was like being

really loud and showing off because we got

this hot half-black, hot half-Asian girl

from Hong Kong. And you can easily

tell he was really showing off and being

really loud and making lots of jokes,

trying to make her laugh. He was actually

quite funny. He would just start randomly

yelling at people on the street. It was

quite entertaining. So after about half an

hour of wandering around the streets, we

found a nightclub and we all decided

to go to the nightclub. Well, I didn't

decide, I just tagged along. It was free

entry, didn't have to pay for entrance,

which is great. Um, it was like in a

basement. We had to enter this shop and

then we went down all these flights of

stairs, 2 flights of stairs, and it was

like this big room, really, really dark,

really loud music playing. Everyone was

like dancing and smoking and drinking.

Like, some people were sitting down on the

seats on the edges of the room, at the

edges of the room. I can't even remember

what happened. I think I got a drink and I

went over to one of the tables. I was

with, uh, I was hanging around with the

French girl. The Japanese bisexual guy

was, uh, dancing, having a good time. Um,

all right, there was a second black

American guy that joined us and he had

like a massive DSLR. I think it was like a

Canon 5D or something. I thought it was

kind of strange. Because he didn't really

seem like the type to be into photography.

He seemed like, like, I don't know, mate,

the stereotypical black gangster kind of

image I had in my head. But he was

like going crazy with his DSLR in the

nightclub with flash taking photos. It was

kind of funny. The, the black Hong Kong

girl, she was just crazy. The way she

danced was like watching a stripper, a

pole dancer, like so sexual. All the

Japanese people were dancing like, like

Like this, like really cutesy. And then

she was just like some kind of strip pole

dancer going crazy, and the American guy

was dancing with her. They looked like

they was in some kind of, like some kind

of porno, dance porno. It was really

weird. Like she was bending over and

he was slapping her ass, and I was just

standing there by the table being really

awkward. I couldn't talk to anyone because

it was so loud. I couldn't hear what

anyone, anyone was saying. And I had like

one drink. Everyone was dancing and having

fun. I was just really— I felt really out

of place. Like, what am I supposed to do?

I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

And then the Hong Kong girl came up to me,

and then she was trying to get me to

dance. And I said, no, no, I don't want to

dance. I can't dance.

And then she just like pulled me over into

like the middle of the dancing area. And

then she started to try and teach me how

to dance. She said, just move like this

every time to the beat of the music, and

move your hips like this, and move your

shoulders like that. And I, I didn't want

to be rude and tell her to stop it because

I was feeling uncomfortable, so I just

went along with it. And oh, it was so

embarrassing. I just tried following what

she was trying to tell me. And I tried

dancing. It was horrible. I didn't enjoy

it at all. I hated every second of it.

I don't like dancing. I don't find it fun.

I don't find it relaxing or entertaining.

I just— I really don't like dancing.

So after like 5 to 10 minutes

of this, she kind of gave up with me and

went back to her crazy sexual dancing,

and I went back to the table to look at—

just stare at everyone. The manager, the

Japanese manager of the guesthouse, he was

like— he was dancing with this girl and he

was like trying to kiss her and talking to

her. I don't know what happened.

Um, the American guy was also trying to

flirt with that same girl. It was really

awkward. It's like they were competing for

this girl. It was really strange, like

watching animals in a zoo competing over a

female. I got kind of fed up with the

whole nightclub thing. It was too loud.

Everywhere was smoky because of

cigarettes. I was tired. It was maybe 4 AM

in the morning, so I left. I went outside.

I left the nightclub. I went back up the

stairs and I sat down outside of the

building. I didn't want to leave just yet.

I was waiting to see if we were gonna

leave, go back home together. So I just

sat there on the road.

4 AM in the middle of Tokyo in Shibuya,

just sitting there. It was so sad that

people would walk past me and they would

laugh at me and they'd say— because of the

way I was like squatting on the road,

people would just like shout at me, stop

taking a shit on the road! It was really

funny actually. Uh, and I sat

there for about half an hour to an hour,

and then the manager The guesthouse

manager came out with the girl, so I guess

he won the competition against Mack. He

scored. He walked right past me. He didn't

even look at me. He didn't even bat an eye

towards me. He walked straight past me

really fast with the girl. I'm pretty sure

I knew where they were going— to a love

hotel to make the loves.

And I just felt like, oh, fuck it, why am

I sitting here? Why am I waiting for them?

They don't even care what happened to me.

They don't even look for me. I'm just

gonna go home. But all the train stations

were closed because it was the middle of

the night. The train stations don't open

in Japan until roughly half past 5 in the

morning. So I

went to the train station. There were all

these homeless people just lying around.

I just— I stood around in the train

station waiting until the first train

would come. And then I got on the train

and I went home. Got back to the guest

house at about 7 AM in the morning and I

went to bed. And that was it. That was my

experience in a nightclub. First time

nightclub. Also my last time. I didn't

enjoy it at all. Actually, I hated it. I

really hated it. There was nothing about

it I enjoyed. I didn't have the confidence

to go up to any girls that I was

interested in. It was so dark,

it was so dark I couldn't even see their

faces properly anyway. I couldn't even

tell if I was interested in anyone. I've

So yeah, it was an interesting experience,

not really one that I would like to

repeat. I just—

I don't understand what the appeal is of

nightclubs and dancing and drinking. It

combines all the things that I really hate

about social interacting, like loud music,

lots of people, a cramped space where you

can't really— where it's hard to escape,

no places to hide. Well, all the seats

were taken. I couldn't sit down anywhere.

There was no Wi-Fi. I couldn't really have

a conversation with anyone because it was

so damn noisy.

Uh, I didn't enjoy the dancing.

That's why I'm a bit worried about this

upcoming Christmas party at my work,

because the Bangladesh guy said that

everyone's gonna be dancing and drinking

and having fun. That doesn't sound like

fun to me. That's not my idea of fun. I'm

not sure what I'm going to be doing. I

just hope people keep me company or try

and talk to me so I just don't end up

being some kind of weird loner the whole

time. It'd be so awkward. So I'm kind of

trapped there. I don't have any way of

going home. I have to wait until, until my

manager, my boss, gives me a lift back to

work so I can start my night shift. Yeah,

I have to work the same evening, the same

night after the Christmas party. It's

gonna be so It's gonna be so shit.

But I'm working with the Nepal guy, so

it'll be kind of funny. He'll be like, so

Daniel, did you have a nice time at the

Christmas party? And I'll be like, no, it

was terrible. Or maybe something

interesting will happen, then we'll have

something funny to talk about. I'm not

sure. I'm kind of excited about it, but

I'm also dreading it at the same time.

So that's that video over.

Now, you know, I felt really depressed

last night. I felt really down. I felt

terrible, to be honest. But having a good

night's sleep really does help you. It

just clears your mind. It's like a new day

starts and all the bad feelings you had

from the last night kind of disappear. I

feel pretty good right now. For now I do.

Maybe later I won't.

Ugh, let's end the video.