When I lived in Japan, I used to celebrate American Thanksgiving with my friends from around the world. The lovely Mr. SQ and I would have a party at his apartment. We usually would cook for normal parties, but for Thanksgiving, we would have a hotel cater the festivities. We would get a turkey and all the trimmings and dessert.
One year, we went to pick up the food, but it wasn’t ready yet. We had to wait in the wedding salon section for a few minutes. While we were sitting there, one of my students (I was working at an international elementary school at the time) walked by with his mother. When they saw SQ (coincidentally, the student had the same first name and last initial as my SQ) and I sitting there, their faces lit up.
SQ laughed out loud, and told me later that he should have laid one on me right there in the salon. I had some explaining to do when I got to school on Monday.
I miss my Japan loves.
