Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Goodbye Crazy Clown

The end of an era, brief though it may have been, unless you consider 14 months a long time, came and went without any cheesy fading sound effects. There were no goodbyes. There were no one more last times. One day, it simply ceased to exist while I went about my life thinking it would be there forever, or at least for the remaining 10 months that I plan to live in my tiny town. Even when common sense said it was likely gone, like when attempting to go there and seeing that all the lights were off, I was in denial, thinking that maybe the owners were away tending to Important Business of some sort and that it would be open in a few days. I dialed the number, but like any good country song, nobody answered. Like any obsessed lover, I tried again and again over the next few days. How could it just be gone, just like that? Maybe if I'd visited more...

The mountains and rice fields are gorgeous, but there's not a whole ton of fun on offer here in my tiny town out in the inaka, but the one thing we did have was what I always called the Crazy Clown Horror Movie Motel Karaoke Place. I even mentioned it once. You would've had to have seen it to fully get it, maybe. It just looked like this creepy old motel where someone would die violently if it were a movie, and there was a strong clown motif woven into the colorful fabric of oddity and weirdness. While being walked to our karaoke room here once, I asked if the place used to be a motel where a lot of people died in some freaky way and her response was dressed skimpily enough in very polite Japanese that I could see that she meant "huh?" and "um, yah, no." All of the unintentional weird, scary, odd, crazy, laughable and just general wtf-ness made this place so much fun. It was cheaper than many places, only a bike ride away instead of about 45 minutes by train to the next closest place, and it was something truly special and unlike anything else about my tiny town.

And then suddenly, it was gone.

The good news is that shortly after this sadness I found the joy of the log cabin with pasta and waffles (yah, I don't get it, either) in town. Now, if only they'd open a karaoke section.

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3 comments:

  1. i haven't said it formally, so welcome back! I missed you :-)

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  2. Hmmmm ... kinda looks like a re-purposed aircraft hangar.

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  3. What a shame, Maggie ... I can really sense your sadness about this crazy clown place in your writing, and I am even further intrigued!

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