“It’s not ON my bucket list.”
“Well, then add it right now.”
We laugh. I consider, and then accept. We all take a photo or video or two, and then Richard asks, “Who’s first?”
“I am,” I say.
“Okay, are you ready?”
“No, but go ahead anyway.”
As the suction cups grabbed hold of my tongue’s taste buds, I reacted with small and sudden shudders, but kept calm and chewed away. Thank you, God, for allowing me the gift that is my life, such that I be granted this experience. Thank you for the gift of this animal, and thank you for the camaraderie and friendship that its life has developed within this group of people with me now. The taste and texture were quite acceptable, and the only movement I noticed was due to the fact that it kept grabbing my tongue in different spots, somewhat sporadically, with it’s tiny suction cups. And then the live squid was no longer live, and it went into my stomach.
Only one other person (I believe) had the suction cups grab at his tongue, but most everyone tried a bit of this wriggling, writhing squid that somehow reminded me of maggots – a fact I happened to mention aloud just as we were about to begin tasting.
So, that was a fun thing to add to and then check off of my bucket list. The mental one, anyway. I actually have a written one here at home. It’s rather in-depth, I think, and I only occasionally have anything to add to it, as I spent so much time initially thinking things through as I began the list in the first place. Anyway, straying from the topic…
Another thing that I suppose I unintentionally added to and then checked off of my bucket list was changing clothes.
We were doing a little tour around town (Seoul, South Korea), and that was the reason for the squid in the market. Before we arrived to the market, however, I found that I much needed to lose my pants and to switch to my shorts. We were walking outdoors and in the sunlight a bit more than I had expected. However, I had prepared by putting my shorts at the very top of my bag, for easy access.
My being who and how I am, and thinking as I do, I had already considered various ways for me to change into shorts, should the need arise. Therefore, as we were going through the subway station, I announced to a girlfriend that I needed to change into my shorts, and what did she think? We were easily on the same wavelength, and she lent me her sweater that she’d been wearing around her waist. I tied her sweater around the back, and my own around the front, making a sort of two-toned skirt-type garment.
Standing in front of two of our guys, – and I must say that it seemed to me that they were rather unaware of the events unfolding directly in front of them – I calmly and quickly defrocked my lower half (shoes included), handed the pants to the girlfriend, slid up my shorts, and slipped on my shoes. It was a beautiful and near-flawless performance on both our parts, the girlfriend’s and mine. Essentially, it was just about perfect. The only thing that could have improved the matter, would have been someone’s noticing that I had been in pants before, but was in shorts the rest of the day. However, it was still worth the fun for the two of us, despite no one else’s having noticed anything… at all. 😛
Anyway, this feels to be poorly expressed, but I feel myself to be in a somewhat poorly state – think extreme exhaustion. Therefore, I accept this story-telling as it is. I hope you still enjoyed it, despite my feelings of its being utterly insufficient. Peace and love. Beware of squid suction cups, and go do something fun and crazy for yourself this week.