This Saturday night, I literally went from in my bed editing Nomadness video footage with the intention of falling asleep, to a club. I called Kotoyo and told her the news that any ideas of going to Shame were a lost cause. This past weekend, we got Part 2 of the worst snow this part of Japan has seen in 25 years. I will be posting Nomadness EP. 1 with video footage of it, this week. With that, the cars are buried and the trains weren't running. I was content in my bed.

"Gugu and I driving night. We drive you and Megan," she refuted. Kotoyo wasn't having it.

Tired, yet fighting the urge to go out, I said yes. From downtown, these two trekked for nearly two hours to pick us both up, in blizzard weather. Might I add, Megan and I live in completely opposite directions.

I am assuming no one is going to be at this party. I was wrong. The place was packed. the show was great. The old school hip-hop and R&B was dynamic.

The bar was giving away free shots of tequila. A one, cute Japanese boy, whom goes to school by my house and speaks English, was the shot guy. He looked cute as per usual, and was donning a tailored suit with a pink button down. We flirt. We have before and Saturday was no different. Being physically starved in every sense of the word, it is fun to find someone to bat eyelashes at and have my friends make fun of me for. I have no one here. Nothing.

Truth be told, I look forward to this. So he took my drink ticket so I wouldn't have to wait, got my white wine (because I was wearing white) and smiled. Megan gave me the "I saw that shit!" look and I drank my wine, with a sly grin.

The night was progressing lovely and I was truly enjoying myself. I had my closest friends in Japan all with me and I was feeling right. The wine was hitting the right spots and my eye caught hold of these tequila shots being passed around.

"How much are the shots," I asked Megan.
"I don't know. From your boy, probably free," she responded.

I pulled him to the side and asked. They were free for everyone. Jose Cuervo being passed around free is a recipe for a night to remember, in any club, in any country.
FYI I hated tequila before this night, during this night, and still do after.

He gave us a round, only Megan and I already knew the limit. While everyone else took the full shot we sipped and tossed the rest.

I was drunk...and the Japanese boy was getting cuter.

In a bold move, long overdue, as this has been brewing for my last few visits to Shame, I moved.

I whispered in his ear,"I want to kiss you."
In a very uninspiring response, he said, "Ok."
"Right now?"
"Right here?"

In my head, I am wondering where all his English went.

I sucked up my pride, and the impending jokes that would follow this moment, and I went in for it. Closed lips, fast, and with intention.

I kissed a Japanese boy.

He smiled and walked away.

"What did you say to that man," Megan questions after witnessing the act.

I have to admit, it was very anti-climatic. I'm happy for that. I didn't want fireworks, or sparks, or tongue for that matter. I just wanted it to be what it was...a kiss.

Owari Mashita! (I'm finished!)