I know I don't often post pictures, which would help to break up my wordy and lengthy diatribes, but I can't help but share this with you, dear readers. I can't tell you whether they just forgot to take down the Christmas lights or the his and hers bell set is always adorned with a light display. It was my first time at this Chinese joint that we wandered into after a string of places beginning in Aoyama and ending with Heartland, home of foreign men in polyester ties. I was both surprised and delighted to glance over while wiping my hands on my oshibori and find this bell and dong (?) set. Long story short I threw my credit card at the cab driver when we pulled up to my apartment building and jumped out to enjoy my Peking duck a second time. The next day on our way to lunch I pointed out the crime scene to the beau and was dismayed to find a small bird enjoying my Peking duck in the rain. If I wasn't such a hearty girl I would have turned right around and hid under the covers but I was hungry so I told myself some unfortunate salaryman had made the quickly disappearing mess and soldiered on. Charming I know.
This weekend was full of discoveries, for I have finally gotten on board with a pro-Sound Princess attitude. Sure I'll use it as much as the next kaisha ho, but I really don't like the idea behind it. You may feel similarly if you are female and in Japan. Come back and tell me how you feel when you're heaving into the toilet on Monday morning but don't want anyone to know. The Sound Princess came through for me, and for that, I am thankful. But not pregnant, so don't get any ideas about me following in Baby Mama's footsteps.