Like digging for treasure. Not that I really expect to find anything but I think it will be cool to be an old grandma, spit in a bucket and scare the local children while I tell them about how I found the Jewel of Fuji-sama in Japan. Actually, I could probably do that now but 'em kids today are smart - I'll need a photo to prove it.
And of course, I need to learn ikebana (Japanese flower arrangement) and kyudo (Japanese ancient archery). The latter preferable by men in a loin cloth than the MC Hammer pants. Or bare chested at the very least.
Oh right, and get a tattoo of Japan on my shoulder. My last tattoo I think but something that makes its mark. I am here. I was there. It wasn't a dream. Unfortunately, every time I ask a Japanese friend for advice on where in Tokyo I can go for that, their hair stands on end and they say in a high voice (for a Japanese person) "Nonono~! Tattoo is Yakuza!" I will have to figure it out once there I guess.
But above all - I want to be a Karaoke goddess.
My voice is far from good enough to sing professionally - it is a little flat - and I would never want that. Too busy, you know? I just want to sing a Bennett song then head to the bar and order Coco Channel martinis and wear ridiculously red lipstick. I will be so poor that will probably have to alternate between dresses and rely on my intimidating height for the audience to fill my cups but for a time I will be happy.
I want the night life of walking into a bar sing a couple of tunes and make fake conversation. In my mind its about Mishima but I am sure I can adapt. Of course, the trend there seems to be private rooms but this is a list people! and a dream. I have my rights after all.
So while here, and while I let my self dream away I think... what playlist should I have ready? You know, all karaoke goddess have a list ready for all occasions. I wonder if GLEE is popular there. Let me check -
OMG - If there is anything you do today please, pretty please watch this GLEE promo .
I had lots more of things of substance to say but instead I am going to go and practice my Lionel Richie. I leave you then with a picture of my dinner: National pride, both Quebec and Canada, mixed in with my soon-to-be new home, Nippon.
bfg gleeks out.