aftermath

It wasn't pretty. Hiroko and I got to the hotel to find a broken and miserable Tony crashed out in Neeley's room. He was wrecked. But he was doing better than some other folks, who got even more destroyed. Seems Roppongi was good to everyone last night. They danced at Castillo's, they drank at 911, they chatted up the Nigerian bosses and Russian prostitutes. They got back to the hotel about 4am.
First order of business was getting Colin's head shaved. Walked down to the 10 minutes/10 bucks QB haircut shop and it was all over soon. The young trainee was taking her time, carefully cutting lock after long, black lock, but the manager just told her "You're gonna just buzz it all off. Get to it!" Hair rained down and piled on the floor. Colin looked nervous, and slightly bummed, but to be totally honest, he looked good with a shaved head. At least, if he looked like a total moron, we'd let him know.
Got him in a cab to the airport, then went back to the hotel to rouse Tony. Fed him some super-powered healthy drinks (caffeine, aspirin, nicotinomide) and got him outta bed and in a cab to the airport bus. Neeley and Joanna and Keith (who walked the Dark Path last night and was paying for it with a hacking cough) went off to Kuroda-sensei's practice, so we bid them farewall and we trundled Tony into a cab.
After we got Tony on his way, Hiroko and I went to Ginza to buy the cool shoemaker's stool from Matsuya Department Store, but as karma would have it, they sold out of the little one! Should have bought it while we had the chance. We grabbed some lunch and then bussed home to watch silly television and prepare for work tomorrow.