Dream Destinations Entry #13: Tokyo at 3 AM

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It's three in the morning and I'm pleasantly tipsy, traipsing through the neon embrace of Roppongi.. A bitchin' psych-rock band finished their second set at Superdeluxe hours ago, but the hip, young coterie of Tokyo artists in attendance just kept drinking, and I asked for one last Kirin more than a few times. I'll be paying the price at my five A.M. date with a half-ton tuna at the Tsukiji Fish Market, where the leviathans are auctioned off. I decide to show up fashionably late--not like the tunas will be able to tell--and head to my room at the Grand Hyatt. The lavish lobby, festooned to the nines, is a blur in the corners of my eyes, and I don't know what Egyptian cotton is, but damn if it doesn't feel comfortable.
The fish are still jumping in the mongers' stalls, and I spot a burly-looking gent with a cleaver and a cigarette perched gingerly on his lower lip sizing up a tremendous shark. Breakfast is less than a block away, the freshest sushi on earth, mechanically prepared by the gruff Daiwa chefs--the fish is practically still pulsing. I can't get back to sleep, so I wander to Akihabara Electric Town and peruse the Mecca of nerd-dom: MediaLand. I have time for a couple rounds at the Sega Arcade and a bowl of soba before I end my day right. As the sun sets, I climb the steps to Atago Shrine, plum blossoms wafting all around me.