Japan Bar Day 1

So day 1 in Japan and I'm on my way to register with the state dept. I walk in the building and clear as day see signs for Foreign Alien registration... in English. So I approach the counter and ask to register and the asshole doesn't even speak English!! Luckily for him I'm a very patient man and a few minutes later I'm in the waiting room holding on to a pager (like the one you get at the 99) waiting for this ignoramus to finish my paperwork. Finally I get buzzed and he says there may be a problem with my job code... I assure the man it's legit and like a true Jedi master I wave him off "There is no problem here" he's stamps the docs and I'm on my way. This stressed me out a bit and I needed to unwind so I popped into a local watering hole for a spirit. I'm still not used to people gawking at me, or worse pretending they are not gawking at me so I tend to stare back. After a couple minutes two middle aged men come in drunk off their asses, I check the clock 2:30pm on a Thursday... my type of people. The men take no notice of me stumble over to a table order a bunch of sake's and begin arm wrestling!!! This of course got my interest and I quickly walked over to observe and show support for the asinine behavior amongst grown men. Smiles came over their faces and not before long I was in the rotation slamming back sake's and slamming down wrists as they took their turns trying to knock off the big American. Now I used to be pretty strong, and if I wasn't the strongest I could still fall back on my endurance, after a few matches it was clear both my strength and endurance were but distant memories. I blamed my failure on jet lag and lack of sleep not quite sure they understood but I rolled with it and kept drinking. The men then tell me basically they want women, this was translated by grabbing my chest area and sputtering "girl, girl". So I figured I owed it my my hosts to give it a shot and they took me to another place. We sat at a table ordered some brews and scoured the joint for tail. Pickings are slim at 5pm on a Thursday not to mention my cohorts weren't exactly Abercrombie models; but fuck it lets try. After a few tough moments of silence a group of ugly business women herded in and I figured this was our best shot. I took a beat to let the women get settled then approached cigarette in hand and asked for a light. One woman resembling a garbage pail kid I used to own obliged, and after a few moments of me slinging my usual rhetoric I was in. I waved my boys over and did some horrible introductions and we all sat down. I stayed for another couple rounds, excused myself went to the bathroom and then walked out without another word. Day 1 was behind me and a place to lay my head was all I wanted. I hoped on a bus, prayed to god it was headed the right way, and put another story in the book.