Teeluv and "I'm glad I'm not dead."

i haven't seen my good friend, Maya, in over a month because she's been in Europe. so, last night we met up for the first time since June.

at a friend's bar, we ended up meeting a man by the name of Teeluv. we were having quite a good time. at the bar, there ended up being a rockabilly band and the place was filled with Japanese rockabillies (its really common, at least in Tokyo. maybe it has something to do with the old glamourized images of Americana). afterwards, we took a taxi to a party. two hours later, as the party was winding down, i realized that i didn't have my mobile with me. maya called my phone, and a japanese guy had it (it wasn't our taxi driver, so probably the customer after our ride).

the man was strange over the phone. he said he wanted us to come to his house, in Meguro (which is maybe a 5 minute train ride from Shibuya). we tried to reason with him, "can you meet us at the station?" and he said no. he said he wanted us to take a taxi from the station and that he would give the driver directions.

there were three of us, including maya's French friend who was at the party (thank the glorious heaven's for maya's friend, Akim. without him, i would have had a complete breakdown...read on).

when we finally arrived at the man's house, it was daylight and his wife was standing outside waiting to welcome us. instead of handing over the mobile, she said we had to have tea with them. so, we go into this man's house and his wife brings us some drinks. the three of us are sitting on the couch and the man is opposite from us, asking us many questions. after serving us drinks, he pointed across the room to a HUGE pile of REALLY long and REALLY scary Japanese Samurai style swords. then, he proceeds to go over to the pile of swords and picks up a very large one. he comes over to me and shows the blade. the man is standing over me with this fucking insanely large japanese samurai sword and continues to talk to Akim about it while i am seriously shaking with terror and clasping my hands so tightly that my knuckles are stark white. when the japanese man first went over to the group of swords to take one, i jumped out of my seat quite literally. I REALLY THOUGHT THIS MAN WAS GOING TO CUT OFF MY HAND FOR BEING A STUPID FOREIGN GIRL WHO LEFT HER MOBILE PHONE IN THE TAXI BY ACCIDENT BECAUSE SHE WAS TOO DRUNK TO PAY ATTENTION.

as soon as we left, we seriously questioned if our drinks were poisoned.

i was very close to crying hysterically.

LIFE IS STILL WEIRD.