where cider meets condensed milk
Sunday, October 29, 2006
A Pizza walks into a bar...
Oh, another Halloween season that just won't die. So far I've been a witch, a mummy, classic Hello Kitty, Gothic Lolita Hello Kitty, and a love hotel. The first 3 were for shogakko, the last two were clearly not. My mom sent me a care package with sweets, and I thought for a moment about sharing the candy corn autumn mix. Ha. Ate the entire bag myself because I can't resist those chewy little pumpkins. Mmmm... food dye and sugar. It is almost like being home. Pizza-sensei and I kicked off this Halloween weekend with our eikaiwa students on Thursday. The toddler, Hinata, was enthralled by the pizza crust.

Friday AJET party at Gorilla Bar! Almost 100 came, including my Yankee J-boyfriend Clairu, cowgirl Kae, and slightly more grown-up GosuLoli Kitty-chan. Birdie and I took on Jon K Gogh as our official lackey to organize the party and do our bidding from here on out, because he's a rockstar.

This is what happens to people that criticize AJET. It's not a democracy and we don't really want to hear your negativity. Beware Bob-san Stab 'n' Stab!

The party was a blast, but the morning was monumentally rough. Last weekend we visited the domestic violence shelter office that we sponsor through AJET, and I spent all week making posters and preparing for a booth/presentation on the shelter for the World Citizen Festa. Too early on Saturday morning, I started getting sick, discovered a parking ticket on my car, and was late to meet Claire and set everything up. On arriving in the midst of the Brazilian dance show, all I could do was check to see that my whiskers had been wiped off, smudge away mascara, and pretend that I was going for the unshowered look. I rushed into our presentation on the shelter sounding very unconfident and feeling miserable. Luckily only 20 were there listening, and about 7 were from Herb's art class that I begged to watch us so we didn't look like losers without an audience. There's another DV fundraising group in Okayama that we might be able to network with, and I met the head of a prefectural NGO network organization , which was cool. The whole time I was talking and nodding and smiling, I was also trying to suppress all thoughts of vomiting and was generally a mess. So much for my facade of professionality...
posted by Raychaa @ 1:35 PM  
2 comments:
  • At 5:04 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    You should have stuck to the candy corn!

     
  • At 10:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hey Rachel!!

    Long time no chat! It's Kathy from GOMAD. I'll be heading to Cambodia to do the Pepy Ride. What are your plans this Christmas? Anyways, to answer your question about the bibs, I too was puzzled by them...but it's supposedly for the unborn babies. Now, what they mean by that, I'm assuming either miscarriages or those that died after birth while they were still young.
    By the way, you staying for a 4rth or 5th?
    -Genki Kathy (Fukuoka)

     
Post a Comment
<< Home
 
So wrong it's right. And then wrong. And then wrong again... welcome to the inaka.
About Me

Name: Raychaa
Home:
About Me: “No man, not even a doctor, ever gives any other definition of what a nurse should be than this - 'devoted and obedient'. This definition would do just as well for a porter. It might even do for a horse. It would not do for a policeman.” (Florence Nightingale)
Profile
Previous Post
Archives
Shoutbox

For travel-volunteer junkies

Responsible Nomad

My favorite place, favorite kids

PEPY Ride: Cambodia

Pretty People
Powered by

Free Blogger Templates

BLOGGER