From reading my blog, you might think that Gaijin Mama and Japanese Papa never go out together as a couple — and you’d be right! Last night we almost had a date. It was sort of not a date because his sister went with us.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a look at the local newspaper and saw an advertisement for a performance of “Evita.” I saw this musical on a field trip to Chicago when I was in high school and I loved it. I didn’t remember much beyond the bare bones of the story, but I sometimes go around singing, “Don’t cry for me Argentina…”
Yoshi managed to get tickets and we got his mother to babysit. Our seats were – get this – folding chairs up against the back wall, in the very last row. It was so far away, that even with my glasses, I couldn’t see the actors’ faces, which actually made it easier to imagine that they were really South American, and not Japanese. Of course the libretto had been translated into Japanese, and I couldn’t understand everything, but it was still spectacular and moving.
The audience was full of women. “Of course,” Yoshi said. “Musicals are a women’s thing.” See what I mean?