sugoi, ne? (7/28/16)

I missed seeing Ken Watanabe in The King and I last year. Just like with every other Broadway show, I put it off and put it off and then he was gone. Perhaps this was just a defense mechanism, my subconscious protecting me from going to the show and acting the absolute fool the minute my Alternative Universe Husband took the stage. How dreadful it would be for our first meeting to be marred by my swift takedown by Security and armed escort out of the theater.

Then one night I was at home watching TV and throwing the ball to Milo for the 513th time when up pops Watanabe-san in an IBM Watson commercial SPEAKING JAPANESE.

I. fell. out.

Stood there staring at the TV with my mouth open, like somebody had just returned a duffle bag full of hundred dollar bills I left on the train.