Day 31: "I'm..Dreaming...of a...Korean...Christmas..."

I thought today would be like every other normal day in our household.

But it was certainly...not normal.

We don't celebrate Christmas like the ones you see in a Norman Rockwell Painting. 

Then again...what family really does.

Instead of waking up, feeling the magical, fuzzy feeling of Christmas morning I awoke to the sound of..

We were getting ready to go to a family friends house for dinner. 

But as is the Korean rule of not showing up to someones house empty-handed, my dad decided to give them a truckload of wood.

It took an hour or so to drive over to Queens. When we got there, we immediately unloaded the wood. I climbed into the back of the truck and started acting out..

In Korea, talking does not mean efficiency.

I was then told to go back into the house.

As the day progressed, more Makolli was drunk,and made the household a lot stranger.

I met the sister of my fathers friend, who, in my mind, is like a Korean Gangster.

I was watching my friends mother running around the kitchen, I noticed that there was a red light, shining above the kitchen stove. 

My mom joked that it was like a light in the red light district.

My dad joked she was a..."discount mama-san"

I don't think my friends father thinks that i'm a respectable woman figure. In Korean society, women are supposed to be quiet, polite and demure.

Things that I'm totally not.

As i'm writing this, I am sitting on the kitchen floor of their kitchen, watching them hazily, feeling a food coma coming up soon. 

and I can't get the sight of my friends dad, perhaps a bit drunk off makolli, asking us to dance with him.

Not a Korean song mind you...but..

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Happy Holidays everyone.

(Its actually a stressful thing to think about if i'd be able to post or not..this was a close call..

whew...I didn't want to miss a post after 30 days of this..

if finals didn't...i'm not sure what else could at this point)