Other than the eye candy, the night was rather uneventful, so Lucy (my in-Japan bffl) and I decided to go. We were the only ones in the elevator, and instead of taking us to the bottom floor, it somehow stopped on floor 2, one of the VIP floors. The doors opened to reveal several of the models, who looked at us like "wtf white girls?". The model in the very front was Daichi Tanaka, who happens to be one of my favorites. Go figure. The elevator doors would close part of the way, and then open, then close, then open, and all the while we stared with idiotic looks on our faces and they stared back in confusion. Then, in my infinite intelligence, I saw that a bag I assumed belonged to Daichi was in the way. I pointed and stuttered out an "a-ano..." but before he could do anything about it Lucy kicked it slightly, shutting the doors and allowing me to finally breathe a sigh of relief before we both burst out into a fit of laughter.
Obviously I found this to be extremely exciting because I wrote an entire paragraph on something that happened within the span of 10 seconds. Eh, what can I say? I'm a fangirl sometimes. Unfortunately.
Since then, though, Atom has only had one floor open (and its the cruddiest floor) so I've been spending far too much time in Kabukichou. Which isn't all bad. Mostly just bad for my wallet. -__-;;
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