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Published: April 21st 2008
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The clock struck 12 as I ran down the escalator. Finally!! I could see her! Niske and I had just spent 45 minutes urgently roaming about Shibuya station trying to find each other whilst having conversations that went like this:
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the east exit to Mark City"
"Yes, but which number? I'm at exit 8a"
"There are no numbers here, are you in the east exit?"
" I don't know, it doesn't say, it only has numbers"
" But there are no numbers here, are you near the Ikeiroski line?"
and so on and so on.
Finally when we met each other, the first thing we did was to compare each others outfits to similar outfits that other, very famous people, had previously worn. We then re-named ourselves accordingly, so from now on this story will not be about the fair Niske and myself but about Britney (of the Spears/Federline/Spears variety) and Jenny (from da block).
And so the morning begins.
Britney and Jenny stand in the rain and try to get their bearings from the hastily drawn map Jenny had copied from the internet earlier that day. They then proceed to walk in the wrong direction for approximately 30 minutes before being corrected by a kindly Japanese bar tender.
Exhausted, they slump down at the nearest bar - The Roxie Hart - themed after the musical 'Chicago'. Britney and Jenny prop themselves up at the bar, where they have a brief conversation about the world events of the day and then a long, involved, complicated conversation about boys.
Then, finishing off their drinks, the two girls venture once again into the cold, wet night and find that the club they were looking for is actually two doors down from the Roxie Hart. Elated, they pay their way into the club (surely at that price, it could be counted as a bribe?) and push their way to the thick of the dance floor.
They dance, they gyrate, they wiggle and shuffle out of the way of roaming Japanese hip hop hands and make their way back upstairs where they have some strange conversations with a tall white skinny American "producer", a Japanese man with the word "Marsh" written across his shirt (tres cool for young Britney) and a fat Japanese man, fitted out with cap and bling who they immediately christen Dr Dle.
Dr Dle advises the girls to get their bootys back downstairs and hit the dancefloor. The girls willingly oblige and moments later are rewarded with a live performance of the tastiest hip hop variety.
The first act ends, and the second one takes the stage. Britney and Jenny are totally into it now, raising the roof, getting their freak on when amongst all the Japanese lyrics they don't understand the lead singer encourages the audiance to "say f*#k yeah". Hearing the audiance (who clearly have no idea what they're saying) repeat this back, and then follow it up by chanting "Hooooo" and "Ho, mother f*#ker" is too much for our heroes and giggling they make their way to the bathroom, where they spend the next 30 minutes standing on toilets helping out a rescue mission to get a young japanese girl Akchang awake and out of the cubicle.
It's now 4:00 am and the final act is taking the stage. Britney grabs Jennys arm and they start to scream wildly at the stage - It's Dr Dle! He's a supercool hip hop star!
The night continues and the girls find themselves lounging in the VIP area, Britneys getting a CD autographed for her "sister" Reah and Jenny's snapping away wildly with a look of awe on her face, getting photos of herself next to Dr Dle.
Then Britney gets asked one too many times where she's from and Jenny gets stroked by Dr Dle for the final time, so quietly and hastily, they sneak out the back into the feeble rays of dawn.
They stop off at a cafe for early morning ribs, then totter their way through the puddles to the station, talking once again about boys. They bid farewell at the station and prepare for the journey home, where Jenny has to wait an alarming ten whole minutes for a train and Britney was fallen asleep on, by not one, but three different guys and didn't have the heart to wake them.
They arrive home to their respective beds and tumble in them. Jenny has already texted Britney by the time she gets home
"Thanx for an awesome night hon, same again nxt wk?"
Britney types a one word reply before falling into a restless sleep.
"Absof*#kinloutely"
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Jessica
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Lovin' J-Lo and Britney!
I was there! Lemme tell ya it was THE coolest night ever! The scene, heavenly cocktails, fantastic music, live performances, fabulous outfits, the craze, dexterous yet funky dance moves, and boy did Britney and Jenny looked HOT !!!I dare say the hottest in the club!Jealous of your adventures that night,girlies!XOX