So last Friday, I was able to pick up our membership cards for the Tokyo American Club, commonly referred to as TAC. For the past 3 years they have occupied a temporary facility on Mitsubishi's corporate land so that an entirely new club could be built that will open mid January. The new facility looks AMAZING and contains the following: a rooftop pool, kids splash water park, salon, spa, work out facilities, rooms for rent if visitors come to visit in Tokyo, multiple restaurants, bars, library, creche...and the list goes on. They offer classes, lectures, tours and of course have their very own Women's Club. No, I will not be vying for the President's role anytime soon as much as I loved my stint with Hampstead Women's Club. Plus, this might actually lead to a divorce. The membership was included in Roy's job offer as a tool to assist us in settling into this country/city. We will be partaking in their Christmas dinner on December 25th at the old club, which will then close until the grand opening of the new facility on Jan 19th - I absolutely cannot wait! Santa is making a surprise appearance, so I'll make sure to take and post some photos.
We traipse back to the main street and eventually locate our restaurant on the 15th floor of the Espace Tower. It's lovely, views are fabulous and our food is delicious as is the Dom Perignon (it's my birthday dammit) and the wine. Roy's assistant has apparently relayed to the restaurant that it is my 25th birthday - no Christmas present for her, and the staff brings out a lovely dessert with candles and sparklers in it. They however, did not sing to me so there is a god afterall. Dinner is somewhat uneventful except for the trip to the toilet, please see earlier blog entry regarding toilets. The problem actually resided in what door to enter - I now know that a red light indicates Ladies facilities whereas a green light indicates Men's room. Seriously - no signage, no verbiage - just 2 damn lamps with different colored bulbs. I chose correctly but refused to pass along the vital lighting information to the husband which was not very nice but had me laughing hysterically to myself at the table nonetheless. Great night all in all although I was rueing Dom P and wine the next morning as G shows to mercy to the hungover and was bouncing on our bed at 7:17 am requesting the Wiggles. Shoot me now.
I am resolving to return to this area of Shibuya as there is a ginormous department store called Isetan- complete with "learn to ski" facilities on the roof top as well as 7 levels of goodness - home goods, clothes, shoes, food, restaurants. Cue Hallelujah chorus please...I just may like it here after all.
Until next time....