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<-- my life, by webgoddesscathy --> :: Tuesday, March 25, 2003 :: 11:10pm Tokyo time. Getting ready to go to Kyoto tomorrow. We'll be there for 2 nights, 3 days. Should be fun. I'm tired. Seriously. I thought I was going to fall over on the train ride home tonight. Jet lag still lags a little. Not excited about that. Was tired at 8pm when we were eating cheesecake in Tokyo. Goodness. Let me tell you about what I've noticed so far: - bad, bad fashion. BAD. I feel like I'm in the 70s/80s. I thought that maybe it was just that the people we saw had bought their clothes at BiWay in the 80s. But no. We went to a sort of mall called "I'm New 109" (I don't know WHY it was called that, but they have funny Engrish names for things to make them sound cool). There was high energy dance music blaring from every store (each store had different music playing, but you could hear it all from the "hall"), with unfortunate oddly-attired sales women and young girls looking at the clothes in stores called things like "loveboat drug store" (which is not a drug store at all). It was clearly a high-fashion "mall", but I was astounded by how profoundly UGLY everything was. I suppose that's my own bias talking. I'm big on black. They're into white, double-breasted jackets, big-buckle belts, cowboy boots.... - horrible footwear. I thought I was going to cry over some of it. White, pointy, stupid high heels. And they can't WALK in them. Pidgeon-toed, knock-kneed, bow-legged. These people have messed up legs/feet. I've never seen such horrible, UGLY shoes. And the school girls wear weird white leggings/leg-warmers. - it was raining today, so everyone had umbrellas. Every store has a plastic bag dispenser specifically designed to wrap your umbrella so that you don't get water on their floors. And if you forget to wrap your umbrella up (as we frequently did), they run after you with the plastic bag and do it for you. Ridiculous. What a waste of resources. - Dave and I are the tallest everywhere we go. While this is not unusual for 6-foot-4-inch-tall Dave, it's weird for me. - Dave's students took about 50 photos of me. I felt like a movie star. - I hardly feel like I'm in Japan. I speak English with Dave all day. There are tonnes of English stores around (GAP, Starbucks, Haagen Daz...) I'm glad that I have Dave around. He says he doesn't know much Japanese, but I'd be lost on the transit system without him. Tomorrow, Dave and I have to wake up at 6:30AM. So I guess I should get to bed. I'll try to keep my journal while I'm away so that I can post it all when I return. Finally, I'd like to report that I packed like an IDIOT!!! How is it possible that I'm such a horrendous packer? Seriously, I don't know what I was thinking. :: Cathy 9:34 AM [+] :: 0 comments ::Comments::
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