Sitting on a hard wood floor becomes pretty uncomfortable after a while. the typhoon weather is sure taking a toll here and so we've been spending a lot of time inside... with no furniture. Jean was feeling a little cabin feverish in my little living quarters, so we've been studying at his parent's. its a pretty nice apartment, with large windows, a huge t.v. and absolutely nothing to sit on.
anyways, kim young invited us to a first birthday party for her cousin's daughter, and i couldn't pass up any opportunity to get my aching backside off the ground. plus, there was going to be free food. when we got to the building, we found that it was going to be held in the top floor of one the biggest buildings in the area. we rode the elevator to the top, only to find ourselves a little out of place. well, when i say we, i mostly mean just mean me. you know those old country
westerns when the outlaw goes into the saloon and the piano stops playing the the bar tender slowly hides behind the counter? it was like that, but more modern and more a lot more balloons. i found kim young, shook some hands, did a lot of bowing, and everything went back to normal. they had the biggest buffet i had ever seen in my life, full of sushi and soups and other good stuff. we packed our stomachs full and then watched the 돌잔치. its when the baby hits its 101 day mark. they put all sorts of items in front of it and have it pick something which will determine what the baby will end up doing for the rest of its life. they have a microphone, which represents music;
money, which represents business; rice, which represents food; a long string, which represents a long life; and pencils, which represent learning. its way funny to see the parent's reaction when the baby picks up something. then they take a lot of pictures, give out a lot of rice cakes, and call it a night.oh yeah, that place is really called "Hunt Kids." catchy name, isn't it?
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