Karaoke in Little Tokyo!

One of my friends was in town on business Thursday. When I say "in town" I mean Los Angeles. Close enough. Her business was near Little Tokyo, so that's where she stayed. And that's where I met her.

Little Tokyo? Yeah, Japanese City, U.S.A. She wasn't able to meet until after 9pm. That's kind of late for me. I mean, come on, I'm an accountant. I go to bed at 930 every night. Okay, that's not entirely true. I shower by 930, in bed by 11. Since downtown L.A. is about 45 minutes away from me, barring any traffic, it was going to be a late night.

I don't get to experience this very often, but there was hardly any traffic on the 5 all the way to L.A. Sure, it was past the traditional rush-hour time and everything, but I've never ever driven to L.A. without being slowed down in some sort of traffic. It was awesome. Forty-five minutes there, thirty-nine back. That probably won't happen again. Ever.

Downtown Los Angeles is pretty much a ghost town after the dinner hour is over. You'd think being the second largest city in the country would mean downtown would be bustling. No. It's not. Although it's changing, thankfully.

My point is, when I got off the freeway, there was absolutely no one around. The mile drive to Little Tokyo was barren. That is, until the Japanese storefronts started popping up. Words I have no idea how to read. Asians everywhere. It was weird though, no bums. I thought there'd at least be Asian bums, but I didn't even see any of those.

I was a little early, so I went to the hotel bar to kill some time. When I walked in, it was dark, and some super cheesy Japanesey-language pop song was blaring. The video was on the screen, along with Japanese words. Karaoke? Well, I didn't see anyone singing. There was no stage and besides, there was only one other party in the room. I ordered a drink, the song ended, and the bartender started clapping. I looked around some more and finally located the karaokier, He was sitting at the table with the other four people in his party. Just sitting there singing. This obviously isn't how karaoke is done in America. At least nowhere I've ever been. When this guy was done singing, he passed the mike to the person next to him. He didn't stand up. He just started singing. I didn't understand this. All I know is that it was very funny to me, and something I'd only seen as a stereotype in a movie or something. I guess it's not a stereotype anymore. Japanese karaoke bars are something to be experienced for yourself. It was worth the drive up just for that.

I was pretty uncomfortable though. A tall blonde haired Norwegian amongst all these short Asian folk. At least they weren't staring. Much.

The rest of the night I met up with my friend and we walked around Little Tokyo, got some fro-yo (frozen yogurt!) at Pinkberry (this place is the bomb) and just caught up on things.

I definitely need to get back up to Little Tokyo and hit up a ramen or sushi place next time. And now that I know how to get there, I plan on it. Living in Orange County doesn't afford me that much diversity, especially in the part of OC I live in. It's great to know that I have so many cultural opportunities within a short drive of me. I need to get out more.

I'm going to Connecticut tomorrow for a week. See you next weekend.