Koy Inexpressible

If you looked up the word 'perfect' in the dictionary, you will not see pictures of my day. But it'd only be because dictionaries don't work like that, plus it'd be super creepy, but my day should have been in there.

It started with oversleeping, an accounting final, and McTalkie, the most annoying kid in the program, making a fool of himself once again. (He doesn't deserve a 'Mc' prefix a la Grey's, Lu just likes adding 'Mc' to names.) But the exam was more straightforward than expected, I got to talk Richard Russo with school kids over Friday drinks and oh, minor detail-- Asian Grub Crawl.

It started with Korean fried chicken (at first not as awesome as I remembered, then the awesomeness picked up and I could not stop eating). But Du and Lena insisted that bubble tea was "on the way." So we stopped for tea. And decided to supplement the fried chicken with noodles. That was the plan at least. By the time the chicken was done and I met up with Du and Lena again, all of us miraculously converging at the same time, they had noodles, soup dumplings, and pajeon, i.e. glorious O glorious seafood pancakes. And kimchi. So we walked in the autumn dusk, just brisk enough to be comfortable, and talked of winter hot pot parties. Somehow, as we were nearing the apartment steps, Mac arrived, again timed perfectly.

Of course, we washed down all the great food and warm fuzzies with... Gone with the Wind. Because Lena is insane. And when all was said and done, I came home to find a check in the mail. Addressed to Koy.