• Fri, 5am. I forgot that when I left on Apr 1, I would arrive in Tokyo on Apr 2 because of the time zones. Sat. 6pm. As a result, the otherwise lovely hostel cancelled my reservation.
• Sat. 7pm. Since it was late on a busy Saturday night, the hostel only had one bed left, which i gave to Amit, my travelling companion.
• Sat. 9pm. Instead of dealing with where to stay, I went to a swing dance.
• Sat. 11pm. After about 24 hours of being awake, I asked around to see if any of the dancers had room to house me. Sadly, nobody did.
• Sat. 12am. After an hour and a half of discussion, the swing dancers (who didn't really speak english in general) decided to take me to a capsule hotel. But after much more discussion (In japanese which I couldn't understand, and nobody could explain to me) they decided I wouldn't be able to handle the japanese-instructions, so got me a one-person room at the hotel.
• Sat. 12:05am. My ride to the hotel has driven away, and I realize that my clothes and luggage are in the backseat of their car. And I have no idea who they were (It was that girl in the red shirt and overalls in this picture).
• Sat. 12:15am. My despair ebbs as I realize that most of the dancers were going to a swing dance workshop tomorrow (today) and I conveniently grabbed a flier. A wee bit of hope stirs in my blackened, twisted soul.
• Sun. 1:30pm. I find the swing dance workshop, but the people with my bag took a motor scooter to the workshop, never realized it was in their car, and let their parents take the car on vacation.
• Sun. 1:35pm. Despair.
• Sun. 2:00pm. After much discussion, I manage to arrange a meeting time at 7pm (Thanks to translation by Gary!) on Monday, at some subway station somewhere in the suburbs.
• Mon. 6:40pm. Baggage claimed! The girl in the red shirt gave me back my bag at the station! And I hugged her and told her in my best broken Japanese that she was the bestest person in Japan.
• If you think that's the end of my troubles, you'd be mistaken, my friend. Skip ahead to the Tokyo Tower Fiasco

This photo, interestingly, is all of the Japanese swing dancers dancing the Madison. Johnny would be so pleased.