May 10 2011
If I have one regret about my time in Japan, it’s that I didn’t go to more concerts. I mean, sure, I probably spent over $2000 on concert tickets (not just h!p) over my two years there, but it was worth every penny. Today I had about an hour to drive by myself, so I turned on my h!p playlist, and I was singing along and doing the hand gestures (one handed of course. The other hand stayed on the steering wheel), and then “Sono Bamen de Bibiccha ikenai Jan” came on, and that song is just not the same without all the wota chants, so I had to add those too, and God I freaking miss going to those concerts so much.
I mean, my friends want nothing to do with Jpop. I was in a respectable sorority in college! But… there’s something about just saying “Fuck what the rest of the world thinks of me and how “uncool” this is. Tonight for two hours I’m going to dance and jump around like a fool and shout chants and have the time of my life at a Japanese idol concert” Fist pumping to the “oh yeah!” parts of “Mikan”, bouncing like a hyper kindergartner during “Yuujou~ Kokoro no Busu ni Naranee” and “Koko ni Iruzee”, receiving a brilliant smile and double handed wave from Risa, and singing along with the girls to Ame no Furanai for the very last time with tears in my eyes… I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything, and I’d do anything (within reason) to be able to go back for just one more show.
Life is One Time,