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56 - Just In Tokyo

If you have a chance to go out for Karaoke with some Japanese
folks, do sing some English-language classics. Most folks love the
Beatles and the kids seem to know quite a few Bon Jovi songs.

Dancing

Tokyo has some wild clubs. You can spend money quickly, and you
might find some good DJs. Be warned, often clubs are in base-
ments, fairly unventilated and packed with smokers.

Gas Panic

This legendary Roppongi institution was named for the original
location that had no bathrooms. It's a clearinghouse for intercultural
desire, where marines and foreign businessmen leer at made-up
Japanese ladies probably also on the make. Gas Panic verges on
being a Disco Inferno at times: there's relentless dancing, dancing
up on the tables even. You must always have a drink in your hand.
Put it down, they clear it away, and then some guy with a menu
comes up to you and harasses you to order another drink or leave.

Muse

Muse is located a short walking distance from Roppongi, in Nishi-
Azabu. A much more sedate and perhaps mature vibe than Gas
Panic, you'll find a few different moods built into this basement bar.
Billiards near the front, small private booths, sculpted seating areas,
and finally a small cave-like dance area in the back.

Department H

At Department H, there's definitely dancing but most of it takes place
on stage and some of it on all fours. Department H would seem to
be the heart of Tokyo's kink-scene; you'll find fetishes you had never
heard of or had long ago forgotten paraded through the audience or
performed to promote another club or establishment across town.
Not for the faint of heart or easily offended; blood and live booty-
licking might be on the menu, as are public nudity and touching
between strangers. Department H happens on the first Saturday of
each month, after midnight, in a club above an AM/PM convenience
store in Shibuya's Love Hotel hill.

Drinking

The Japanese enjoy their alcohol; walking around Tokyo there will
seem to be more social drinking than you might see in most coun-