| Monday, July 09, 2007 |
| Guppymashou |
 My hard-working Mitsubishi Guppy safely carried me to the Sea of Japan and back this weekend. It might've been excited to see kinsfolk on a plate in Tottori. Guppies on tofu? Yes, I actually chose to order this for my birthday dinner at an Okinawan restaurant. It looked exciting, and I'm exciting, right? Wrong. The first pet I ever had was a guppy named after my idolized big sister. Olivia (the fish) was belly-up in 2 weeks. I blamed myself and hid in the blanket fort in my room until my dad offered up his own guppy (Galileo) to me. I thought about Olivia (the fish) with each little bone and eyeball crunching in my mouth and the bean curd oozing between my teeth. I nearly gagged and hid her five friends under the goya champloo. Goya is a bitter, bumpy gourd. Champloo means fried rice with seaweed, fish eggs, and anything else found in your fishing net, in the cupboard, or under the fridge. Go go goya!
 And weird birthday meal #2: sashimi on rice. Most of it was delicious. The squirmy shrimps with eyes and antennae were quickly imprisoned in the miso soup bowl, never to see the light of day or a customer's salivating stare again.
 Reason for being in Tottori: music, dancing, drinking, friends, sand, and a pervasive wannabe-Thailand groove. Saturday was 07/07/07, which meant a good day to gamble, or to get married, but instead of pachinko or proposals I turned 25 in style. July 7th is Tanabata, or Star Festival, in Japan, and is a day to make wishes and tie them up into trees on colorful paper. In a rather uneloquent summary, the Tanabata legend is about 2 (star/person) lovers who were banished to opposite sides of the galaxy, and are only allowed (by the girl's father) to come together on this auspicious day. In America, we celebrate death, Jesus, chocolate, and America. But there isn't a day with such dreamy connotations that would have children and adults gasp and tell you just how lucky you are. Next year to get this lucky feeling back... I might need to go to Vegas. |
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