tokyo countdown

the ever-organized naps knows the drill:
it's agreed that F will call me when she gets to the hotel, and I will meet her there. We'll bum around, throw back a coupla drinks at the bar, until M arrives at which time the panties come off, and the microphones are clutched on to for dear life.

michael also seems to have his priorities straight:
My objectives are:
make love with a local (in which neither of you will be of any use)
See the Tokyo Ghetto pussy Kooky Harajuku kids
buy a few tshirts
and of course I must purchase some used panties from a vending machine.
Apologies to those who find this sleazy and sexist

as for mine, dear readers:
got myself all primmed and primed. trimmed down to a hairless vamp.
thinking i may break a life long habit and bring a pair of undies
they could fetch a bit on the jap market
soiled western knickknocks. anyone? 5 dolla?
also been straining my mezzo-soprano vocal chords
to do dolly, britney and patsy justice.

thought this will be my crowning glory. re-enacting my favourite abba song.
with perms. tacky disco lights. dodgy jumpers and polyester gowns. it's all
been in my closet for years...shuppa pa-pa shuppa pa-pa. 3-way harmonizing.