She says: Yatta!

We are home and experiencing the fun that comes with both jet lag and time change. We endeavored to stay awake but only managed to long enough to get home and take showers to clean off the plane-ick. Then around 4 pm we passed out HARD.
Our last full day in Tokyo was a fun one. It was raining again, so we decided to stay local and ran around in Shinjuku. We played in the Sega arcade once more, and Bob thoroughly routed me not only in Mario Kart, but also in Taiko Drummer. It's like Rock Band except you have drums instead of a guitar. And trust me, it's no less hard.)
we played Typing of the Dead, pachinko, and a plinko-type game that used silver coins instead of plastic disks to drop down. We played the UFO catchers again and failed hard core, and then moseyed out to wander the neighborhood.
We saw a lot of fun stuff, goofed around a lot, then went back to the hotel and packed everything we wouldn't need for the morning. Dinner was at the Glass Court where we sampled many bits of lots of different things. I had my last taste of fresh octopus carpaccio and must admit that it is a taste that will be missed. We just don't do it right in this country.
After dinner we went up and said goodbye to the Tokyo skyline in the Aurora Lounge, watching the lights showing against the dark and misty night.
I was feeling more generous towards Tokyo at that point. We'd met several friendly people who were pleased we were enjoying ourselves, and seen a larger cross section of Tokyo's populace thanks to a train ride and an accidental wrong turn in Nakano trying to find the Ainu restaurant. It was becoming obvious that we were seeing the product of a highly internalized society, at odds with our own outgoing, extroverted society. What we'd been missing this whole time was the subtlety with which they displayed their personalities, their colors, their sounds, even their smiles. To them it was probably just as vibrant and colorful as a mardi gras parade, because they knew to be quiet and observe. We, distracted travelers, kept missing it. Until it rained, and for some reason that brought all the colors out and we could see what they did all the time.
So as we sat there looking out over the dancing neon lights and tired rooftops of Shinjuku and southward we talked about what we would miss and the differences we had noted. We had drinks and relaxed and watched the red warning lights blink on the top of the skyscrapers to warn helicopters and planes in the dark. It was beautiful and a lovely end to the trip.
The flight back wasn't quite as bad this time because we knew what to do to keep ourselves entertained, and we did so with great ferociousness.
Bob folks were nice enough to pick us up at the end of the whole thing and even set us up with stuffed shells for dinner and makings for sandwiches. Seeing as we completely emptied the fridge before we left and had no food, it was an awesome surprise. We didn't have to stumble out when we finally woke up to try and acquire food while starving.
Thanks to everybody who read this while we overseas. We may post a few extra things over the next few days to wrap up, so don't abandon us completely yet!
Special thanks to Chris and Deya for letting us hang out with them on Okinawa which, yes, was STILL the best part of the trip and you guys still have to watch Destination Truth when you get a chance. Josh Gates look like a frat-house douche, but he's seriously funny. Heck, I recommend everybody go take a look for the same reason.
Domo arigato gozaimasu and Sayonara, everyone. :)