The right to say No

The declared theme for this upcoming year is I will not do things I do not want to do.

On Friday my supervisor called me, at the elementary school, to ask if I wanted to be in a kimono contest. She was excited and began to make plans as to where her friend could meet me to try on kimonos for the contest. I was not sure what any of this really meant. So she gave me a link to last years contest.

I looked at the site and looked at the 24 year old secretary. The secretary told me that she could call my supervisor for me and tell her that I am "very busy."

Perhaps my supervisor and her friend are disappointed that they cannot dress the foreigner up in a kimono. But I decided to say, "No."

Of course, I cannot just throw around the word "No" too easily.

For example:

On Saturday, I went over to Sarah's house to drink the ume-shu (plum liquor) that had been sitting under my sink for three months. Slowly exchanging the flavors of cheap liquor, plums, and sugar making one large jug of ume-shu.

And it was delicious.

The delicious ume-shu even made it's way to the karaoke room.

Then the ume-shu somehow made it back from the karaoke room and into the cab.

After a late night (or early morning) of the sweet liquor I really did not want to get into my car and drive to watch elementary school kids run around the field. I wanted to say "No."
But I would also like to maintain a good relationship with the school and the community that surrounds it. So I went to the elementary school sports day.

I did not regret, for a moment, that I had previously told this school "No" when they asked me to be the mother chicken while the 1st-3rd graders did the chicken dance.
Instead I just watched the events.

If no one else around here is going to use that word directly, I will be happy to introduce it.

In my imagination

In my imagination ...

there are some really old Japanese women that live in the mountains near me. They were around before electricity and walk around vertical to the dirt under their feet. They are so old, they have lost track of their age.

all Japanese women in their sixties and seventies can spend the same two hours in a ballet class with me. Then they can spend the same four hours drinking beer with me.

all Japanese peers of mine have a job. None of them have arrest records. Nor do they have drinking problems that impede on personal relationships.

Japanese Jr.high school students enjoy waking up and coming to school. They welcome time spent with their families. And their thrills are met while baking with their friends.

The children in Japan can always get as dirty as they want. They have imaginations like the little girls in Totoro and the little boy in Ponyo.

Babies in Japan are allowed to play with anything, including electrical outlets and they never get seriously injured.

And

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Ooh Fashion

Occupation: Runway Model.
It did not pay as well as expected, but I did it in the name of fashion.

Brian and Chalice were in this fashion show last year. The store, Renne is part of a fall/ winter show along with about four other stores from Takamatsu. This year, they asked Brian if he knew any other foreigner's who would like to do it. Brian asked his most beautiful friends and we showed up at their store in Takamatsu on Thursday to see our clothes.

Then we went to the fancy venue where the show would be.

I made the mistake of not wearing black or dark purple while hanging out with the fashion people on Thursday. I was wearing ankle high boots though, thank god.

We got to the venue Saturday at 1 p.m. and spent most of the afternoon nibbling on the provided snacks. This time I wore my black jeans with lots of zippers.
Then we watched some of the other stores rehearsals and sat on stairs that lite up.

I spent the day surrounded by beautiful people of various nationalities who all spoke Japanese. Thank god for Lindsay, who was also in the show, who is also of average height and weight and speaks average "I lived here for a year" Japanese.

In the name of fashion, I will carry you through the rest of the day's events in photos.








We lined up back stage at 10 p.m. and got ready to walk down the runway. Roughly, 300 people were in the audience. They paid about $20 to get in and ordered drinks from one of the fanciest bars I have ever seen.
I really do not understand what I was doing backstage either.

I was channeling Cara Craig as the hairdresser took special interest in my locks.



I made it down the catwalk, two separate times in two different outfits, without tripping, while hundreds of camera flashes went off. I stopped when I made it to the end of the runway to have my photo snapped by the large professional camera. And I crossed paths with the model that proceeded me at the right time.

All the Renne Models.
Then we ate cinnabons because beautiful people eat too.

Occupation: retired runway model.
That was weird. Next time I would like to just watch.
Hopefully I will never wear that much foundation ever again.

Fashion Show Fashion Show

I am going to be in a Fashion Show on Saturday.
Seriously.
This is the designer's blog.
The fashion show will be in Takamatsu. Takamatsu is only the coolest city in Shikoku. And I get paid $100.
I am going to be fitted for clothes tomorrow.
Get on your private jet on get here. Oh, you do not have a private jet? Oh, I guess you are not in fashion shows like some people.
I would consider "being in a fashion show" to be on my list of life time goals. Perhaps sandwiched between visiting the Bronte sisters home in England and being a decent tap dancer.