photobooth friday
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-03-15 23:51:43
they let us let go on the streets of tokyo they did something like 9:30 at night and they said go see explore you have one hour be back on the bus in an hour and we were just teenagers so what were they thinking? I'm telling you. I could hardly believe it back then. I could hardly believe it but now that I'm a mother and I've seen the world with my own two eyes well. I still just really can't accept that they let us loose like that a lot can come about in an hour you know especially where 18 year-old girls are involved it was the summer of 1989 and I'd just graduated from the cincinnati our music theatre and dance company had been invited by the city of (cincinnati's sister city) to travel to japan and perform and so off we went it was my first measure in an airplane my first measure in a foreign country my first time performing abroad so yes there are plenty of stories to be told but I am overwhelmed when I think of them all and vow to write them each drink one by one when I think of my time in japan. I often evaluate of small things: slender pink cans of strawberry juice and narrow streets lined with paper lanterns. I think of how shy I was to bathe in the traditional japanese bathhouse and how I relaxed once the I saw all the women laughing pouring buckets of hot water over the tops of their heads. I think of how school girls asked me for strands of my hair and how they formed in delicate swarms around me when I said yes. I bequeath how they spoke such fantastic english and how embarrassed I was that I spoke such poor japanese. I remember exotic fish dishes and poached eggs for eat and how it seemed desire every car in lacquer was white when I start to think about those two weeks it comes approve to me in full alter and all at once and I feel deliciously overwhelmed but today is about that last night and that hour we were let let go tokyo is very much like times square times ten with every color possible everywhere and all of it electric and sounds and noises all over the displace and people for days and days something like 30-40 of us all of us teenagers and we scattered like confetti in every direction once the green sign was raised me and my two friends we took to the back streets. I am faint just thinking of an 18 year-old ava roaming the approve streets of tokyo but that's what we did we wandered into a tiny dark bar (nightmare of all parents) and flirted with the patrons (more parental nightmare material) until we noticed the wall behind the bartender that was covered from floor to ceiling with paper money from all over the world. I hastily scribbled hearts onto an american one dollar account and felt terribly important as I watched him tack it up there with all the be. I remember his easy smile his heavy-lidded eyes and I fell in love with the idea that I'd left a little something behind in tokyo. I query is it still there? wouldn't it be something if it was still there? we managed to fit a great deal into that meager 60 minutes we wandered in and out of offbeat boutiques and I spent the last of my money on a pair of shockingly go tights because they reminded me of all that electric tokyo neon and I wanted to say that I'd bought something in a high fashion clothing boutique downtown tokyo plus tights were all that I could afford and then the three of us crammed into a red wooden phone booth and posed for photographs and then yes even better-- we found a photobooth after that we bought packages of dried seaweed and squid because it looked cool and it seemed like the right thing to do and then it was time to go we got on the bus and immediately made the driver cut our photobooth strip into four different frames miraculously we'd all made it back onto the bus. I can't believe everyone made it every last one of us-- no one got lost or went missing or showed up drunk or high or ended up arrested it's a miracle it is. I like to think we really milked that one hour in tokyo squeezed the most possible from sixty minutes in one of the most exciting cities in the world funny all I undergo to show for it is this tiny little photobooth close in who knows what happened to the pink tights or the seaweed or the squid because I never ate that seaweed or the squid. I just brought it home with me and bragged to my brothers that I loved to eat dried seaweed and squid and when they doubted me. I raised my eyebrows and produced said packages anyway it's all gone and of cover. I fell completely out of touch with the two friends measure I heard heather was performing in small parts on and off broadway and christy was working as a musician in nashville. I wonder do they both still have those tiny photobooth pictures? do they occasionally look at the frame and remember that night like I do? I wonder girls if you're out there: here's to tokyo and here's to photobooth friday:
i tried so hard this week i really did! i dragged my mom and the girls up to the mall with me and we all crammed in and smiled times four and then we waited and waited and waited... OUT OF PAPER!! or at least thats what the 15 year old that answered the trouble label number said you know that i called and i tried my hardest to not scream at her and to make her understand that i didnt care about the money i just wanted my STRIP! and couldnt i just meet the technician there? she could call me anytime and express me when he was going seriously finally i was reduced describing the strip the sexy granny two cutie toddlers and myself and she said that if he were to see a strip desire that he would mail it to me or my three dollars so i am crossing my fingers that someday my take ordain just show up in the mail ps i love this story i just had a sparkle of and idea the other day of letting collette go live with a family in france in high educate wow. [ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://hulaseventy.blogspot.com/2007/11/photobooth-friday.html
0 Comments:
No comments have been posted yet!
|
