Moving to South Korea

So its February 9th. I am sitting at the Starbucks at Northstar while Jessica snowboards. I was going to learn this week but my health insurance expired last week and I know that I would probably cartwheel into a tree and break every bone in my body so I decided to wait until we move to South Korea to learn.

I fly out on the 21st of this month with Rosetta Stone, not knowing a single word of Korean and having eaten Korean food once in my life at a food court in a San Francisco mall. This should be a very interesting experience. I am both excited and terrified at the same time. I actually have never even had any Korean friends. In fact the first Korean friends I every made were last week at a crazy and legendary after hours club in San Francisco called the End Up. Now if you have ever been to this club you would know that it is legendary for its dance music for days on end without closing and of course the crazy antics of its attendees. I met a Korean man and his brother and sister who were shimmy-ing around the club with gigantic smiles on their faces which led me suspect they may have been a little more than drunk.. They suddenly became fixated on Jessica who they were convinced was Hillary Duff. We tried to explain to them that in our culture she is not referred to as a singer and to say one looks like her is also an insult.

After they bought me a few drinks of vodka on the rocks with a hint of juice ( which I kept giving to other people when they were not looking) I somehow got forced onto the dance floor and before I knew it, I was in the middle of some sort of Korean dance-sandwhich which I could not get out of for a long time...

All in all, they were very very nice people and almost started crying with joy when I offered them gum. I am thinking that this year is going to be very very fun.