Saturday evening I met up with several of my lady friends (and a couple of dudes) for a goodbye party for the lovely Delanie, who is heading back to the Arctic north that is Windsor, Canada here in a week. It was a classy evening. We went to Apgujeong, one of the nicest/richest areas of Seoul at about 7 pm to meet up with some others at a nice little jazz club called “Soul to God”. We got a special 2-for-1 (20,000 won each instead of 40) deal on the cover at the door due to knowing a friend of a friend, and once inside we enjoyed unlimited wine and scrumptious treats-ceviche, kebabs, grilled ribs, fruit, etc. The club itself was located right off of the Rodeo Drive of Seoul-similar to the one in Beverly Hills, CA, it was shop after fancy shop: Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Prada, Dolce and Gabbana,Armani, Coach…it was slightly intimidating just to be in the area, although I have no problem pretending I live my life in that disposable income bracket. It’s all in the way you carry yourself, right? And maybe the Koreans wouldn’t recognize my clothes from Forever 21. But I digress.
The evening was lovely. It was Latin night at the jazz club, so a live band kept us grooving with the salsa beats. We imbibed many glasses in Delanie’s honor, and Marisa, Jen, Ben and I hailed a cab back to Pdong around 12:30 am so that Jen and Marisa could get some sleep before getting up at 7am (?!?) to go to a body building tournament with some of the fellas from our gym. No hot man bodies are worth my sleep on a Sunday morning-not sad at all that I passed up that venture. My Sunday was lazy and wonderful-I took two naps and Jon and I made some homemade pizza from scratch. There was also reading and an Indiana Jones marathon on tv. Sometimes Korean television really hits the nail on the head in terms of what one desires on a Sunday afternoon . All in all, another great weekend in the books.
On a completely unrelated tangent, here is a picture of Marisa and I with the hilariously inaccurate sketch that we had drawn while we were in Busan several weeks back-it’s as if he drew a version of our 10 year old selves.
And today’s lesson in teaching grammar to 6 year old English-as-a- Second-Language students: using “can” to ask the ability of an individual. The assignment was to turn this statement into a question.
You can ride a bike.
Cleo’s response: Can you ride a dik?
She has trouble with b’s and d’s. And adding on that extra E. So whether you say that “i” as short or long, I don’t think “dik” is something a girl child should be talking about at school. Makes me giggle though. And she used “can” in the correct way!