Caesar Is Black

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Month: November 2017

Tokyo Pros and Cons

Pros

Indoor smokes at clubs and a lot of bars.

Fly shopping districts. High-end and low-end. Copped some good stuff for rolling out backdoors in the early morning on the low.

7am close times. Not everywhere, but plenty of stuff to get in to past sunup.

Zen gardens. Self explanatory for when you need a break from trafficking international.

Fresh fish.

Transit system on point.

Curious locals.

Fine mixed chicks when you can find them. Don’t ask where I found them because I won’t be telling.

Fine locals.

Style and swag. Stole enough ideas to last me through the winter here stateside. Street and business too. The suits the worker drones rock are all good except they’re universally missing a square to round things out. Easy fix. Pinstripes are coming in to my winter wardrobe for sure.

Working girls. Check.

Cons

Can’t think of any.

There was Bad English all around. Which I’m fine with, my Japanese is worse. I’m a quick learner though so I picked up a few phrases. You don’t need any language skills to chop it up if you know what you’re doing.

Look for Tokyo to be back in the headlines soon enough.

Long Lines in Tokyo

In the course of a life well lived, you’re going to reach some points where the only way out is through.

Around this way you know that I’m a heavy advocate of long flights and long lights.

So there is always going to be a case where you wake up to roll off a plane and have to hit the ground running because you’ve switch 6 time zones to land in the middle of a night out with the homies.

This was one of those nights. I had fallen asleep halfway through the flight over after downing a few whiskeys and was just now waking up to a spliff on a rooftop in Roppongi. Needless to say we were rolling hot.

It took me a bit to get my bearings, but nothing a few hits couldn’t fix. I’m just along for the ride on this trip, and delegating all plans to the ground team. The homies have been running here for a minute and have got the city dialed in. One perk of cultivating an international network is that you can drop in to any city and be in the mix without issue.

We head out and hit the night. It’s late but still early goings. Rain from earlier giving the streets neon reflections. Hopping the train, the mix is business and pleasure. You’ve got the suits headed home, and the night crew headed out. Two worlds passing each other briefly in the early night.

Hit the door and get pushed around the line. Up the stairs in Shibuya and we’re in the middle of it all. It’s packed in the spot. Someone hands me a shot and then another. I buy a round, we’re all kicking it and having a good time. Throwing back on old times when we were younger and more reckless.

A minx and her friend roll by and get pulled in to the conversation. They’re with a group over there, we’re with a group over here, eventually everyone is chopping it up and I’m vibing with a shorty. Her English is bad and my Japanese is nonexistent, but we’re making it work. She’s on the edge of bad, but trying to hide it. No fronting with me though and eventually I get that side out of her.

My crew is bout to bounce so I grab her digits and tell her we are headed back to Roppongi. If she ends up that way, she is always welcome to fall through.

It’s later but still early. We fuck around outside the club smoking grits, then hit a late night ramen spot. Our group is on one and the energy is contagious. We pick up some expats and everyone heads out to the next spot. Somehow cop a cab cross city and hop out to head down to the new club. We roll down to the basement and place is packed again. More shots come our way. Host posts us up at a table.

The expat girls wander off and a group of locals replaces them. Everyone wants to know where we are from and what we’re doing here. The question on everyone’s mind is how the gaijin are this connected.

I get the ear of another girl. This time the English is better. She’s seen my side of the world before, open to new experiences. This one is actual trouble and doesn’t hide it.

There are offers of some substance, and the home boy rounds up the crew and the night’s additions and we head back to the spot. We’re in our element at this point. It’s back to old times, everything running together on the glass table top of the apartment.

Shawty from Shibuya hits my line. She’s in the area and wants to know if we’re still out. Not out, but still up. She gets the invite back to the spot. Her and her friend roll through. Nothing going on seems to surprise them, so they get lined up and join in.

People start to drop off. The sun is coming up as the rest of the crew pairs off or dips out to pick up on some pre-work.

Roll another spliff and split it the last line. Then pick up business where it left off.

Bar Class

Throwing up some reps recently and getting dialed in on some easy ways to work a bar.

Picture. Low-key spot, few people milling around, not much music.

Post up at the bar. Chat the bar staff. Get some energy going. Keep the bar tender around you, and anyone else coming up for a drink is going to need to come in next door. Chop it up a bit off any random thing, and then you can move on to the next as it suits you.

Medium-level-busy spot and you’ve got some options. Posting up is still a good move. Just get somewhere in the middle of the bar, or off a corner. You want people to be cycling by as they get their drinks and bounce out. Always stay talking. You want your section to be jumping with you as the center of things (not necessarily the center of attention, just the center of the action). Bonus to leave some basic space for people to come grab a drink. This kind of situation will get you a bunch of new people to talk to and you can add to your little group when someone is chill enough to warrant it.

Super-packed spot with the music blasting out, just move down the bar. I’ll usually throw out some basic question like “are you still waiting for your drink” and use that to kick something off. Move off from the bar if things are moving nicely.

Regardless, you’re going to want a constant cycle of ins and outs. Posted at the bar and using the natural flow of the spot to bring you new folks to chat up is a money move.

Atlanta Dead Days

A while back I dropped the ATL Step by Step, which gave you the undoctored dope on a basic night out in the A.

After some more time spent in the City in the Trees (talking both senses of the word), you’re going to want to avoid some nights.

Namely, Tuesday and Wednesday.

Monday, you’ve always got Magic City to fall back on. I’ve been preferring the more low key nights at that joint but you can’t go wrong with that move.

Thursday, you’ve got any of a dozen places popping off and some can get some light work at any dinner spot you’ve got locked before hitting heavier bags out in any district.

Friday and Saturday, same shit just another day. Same spots will pop off just with more cats. Get in with a few promos and staff to skip lines. If you’ve been playing in the Big Leagues then working a door in ATL will be of no issue.

Sunday, after hours spots outside the beltway do nice in the late night.

Basically you can go out any night except Tuesday or Wednesday. Both of those nights are mad wack as far as nightlife is concerned. A few places try to open and get a total of 4 people.

Luckily there is a house party and underground scene that low key goes off during the down days, so you can hold yourself over with that.

The good news for the dead days is that if you’re running a few plays, you can set up a dinner and not expect to run in to anyone checking for you.

Otherwise Tuesday, it’s better to order in and have the off duty you found enjoying the installation last week at Opera come through to give you a back rub.

Wednesday, hit up the home girl you ran in to at Ponce City and grab some dinner close to her spot.

 

by Black Caesar