Curry or not, here I come!

I think I have been watching too many episodes of Lost in the last few days. I woke up this morning with claw marks in my winter boots. And if John Locke (a character in Lost for the ones who don't know) was here he would probably agree that they came from a bear. What else could have teared my tenacious rugged suede boots? So, I started off my week this morning by seeing my favourite pair of boots totally ripped in the back by what I suspect was a bear attack. So if it is possible to bring polar bears to life out from my TV set, I wonder if it can do the same with Matthew Fox. Oh Jack, you can rip my boots open anytime!

Other than wishing for Jack to crawl out from my TV set, life in Fukushima has been making me feel somewhat restless. Well first of all, it has been cold and snowing here almost everyday for the last 2 weeks. But I am also really excited for April because my brother and my mother are coming and then in May, I am going to have a new roomate live with me and my new polar bear friends! Rachel has decided to come and live with me in Japan until the end of my contract. This could not have happened at a better time because many of my friends are going back home in April, including Diane. It's a reassuring feeling that I am not going to be alone when all of my friends leave Japan.

I have been pressured to write a new entry, but I really dont have much to talk about! Tomorrow I am going to the travel agency to inquire about plane tickets to Thailand for when my mother comes. I will also be looking into a week-end in Hiroshima for when my brother is here. On my free time I have been basically trying to create a perfect itinerary for when my family visits.

Saturday night, I was invited to my friend Yassu's house for a curry party. It was like some sort of curry pot lock. I made my curry from scratch and I was very pleased with the result. Anyway, it was a great evening and very different to any other parties I have been to in Japan so far. If you remember, Yassu is my overtly gay friend who is really wild and fairy-like. After a calm sit-down dinner, Yassu's living room turned into a gay dance club when he put on some dance music that reminded him of his wild university days in Tokyo. He pressured me to show him some belly-dancing moves and we started making up a choreography for Don't Call me Baby and Down, Down, Down. If the titles dont ring a bell, I can guaranty you have heard these songs a million times in the year of 2000. Needless to say, a flamboyant gay man and House music topped up with a little wine made was a recipe for an interesting evening. It was only at 5am that we left yassu's house filled with curry and all gayed out.

Yesterday, after watching a few more Lost episodes, Yassu and I went to Sendai for dinner at this very nice Italien restaurant, called Mia Angela (I know there is really no use for any of you to know the name of the restaurant, but it is for my own reference and Rachel's for when she comes live here.) I found it very amusing when the whole restaurant staff including the cook (muffled by the steam in the kitchen) greeted me and Yassu one by one. I never felt so exposed entering a restaurant before, and of course my graceful self had to trip over the carpet fringes as Yassu and I were being escorted to our table. If being white was not bad enough, I also had to be deadly clumsy! So after fighting off the curious stares with a loud embarassed giggle, we sat down to enjoy the service of an English speaking waitress (which is always great!)

I got back from Sendai by Shinkansen because I didnt want to be late for a meeting with a student (which I will never do again because I wasted $20 to save only 40 minutes of my time). Then I met some friends for some Karaoke for a good-bye party for my friend Jax going back to Australia. I was really on my game last night without even being drunk! I usually sing better, or sound better after a few drinks. I am no Witney Houston, but I dont think I am terrible either. I managed to be in bed by 1am and woke up 7 hours later to find my boots ravaged by a polar bear. No, but seriously I have no idea what the hell could have done this to my boots! Any ideas anyone?