“He’s the brains, sweetheart!”

Japanese people love to gamble. They play Pachinko for what could be forever. The places to play are everywhere and normally are right next to a pawn shop. That way (like Dave and Busters) they can win a prize, then they can go to the pawn shop and get rid of it and make some cash. It's ingenius really and that's how they get around gambling laws.

The pachinko place closes to our house is Jam Friends Club. On the outside it looks like so much fun. A flashy billboard, lots of colors, awesome name. We pass it all the time and think maybe there are lots of fun things to do in there.

Upon entering, we saw an awesome bronze R2D2 (picture will be up here when I get it from Eric). Instantly, all us nerds, we are hooked. We enter, more excited than kids in a candy store. 

We open the final door and the place is louder than loud. It was as if an airplane was inside of the building and resonating off the walls. All I could hear is fans and air. It was louder than every concert I have ever been to possibly combined. 

How do people stay around that sound?

Other than the sound, there were metal balls everywhere. I won't lie and say I know how to play Pachinko but I mean EVERYWHERE. If all those buckets would have spilled I think we would have to swim through the metal balls. 

There were mainly Pachinko machines but also some slot machines. We didn't stay long enough to test our luck... We already felt pretty unlucky.