Korean Class! $50, 10 weeks, 2 hours per week,
includes text book and some snacks like Kim Bap. You can't beat a deal
like that and it's even more of a bargain when you consider that's where
we met. (Basically we were both cheap and lured into a class that
provided free food.)
The conversation starter centered around food (of course) and specifically about pork adobo silog (a filipino breakfast dish) and where in LA you can get something as good as Ongpin's version in Daly City. (He knew where Daly City was! Weird.) If you don't know what it is, it's pork slow-cooked with copious amounts of vinegar, soy sauce, and garlic. (MMMMMM) The flavor gets cooked in and the meat becomes super tender. Then the magic: The pork is slathered on top of garlic fried rice and topped by one egg sunny side up or over easy; the key thing being a runny yolk that drips over the rice. Jennifer had some recommendations on where to go to get some, but she said that nothing compared to making it herself. (Hmm, I don't remember my being so forward, but ok, apparently I said, "Why go out when you can cook it yourself.") This particular conversation happened toward the very end of that 10-week session and we would not speak much more till the start of the next session, four weeks later. (But I could feel Dan Yin staring like a stalker.)
As it so happens, the both of us decided to repeat Basic C again rather than advance to Intermediate level. (Basically we were both total losers who didn't do enough outside class practice.) The new teacher required more practical application of what we learned by practicing with each other. We were paired a few times here and there, but not consistently. Our conversations inevitably revolved around food and restaurants. I mentioned that my family owns and operates 3 Chinese restaurants. (He had me at free food.) She expressed interest in perhaps going some time. On the second to last day of class, we made plans to go there with another classmate two weeks later. (We used her.) I was not planning on attending the last class because I had tickets to the Lakers/Celtics game. (Go Lakers!!!)
The Friday before our trip to Yang Chow, we chatted via Google Talk. Jennifer was concerned that our Sunday dinner would conflict with the Laker game that day. I assured her that it was sometimes better not to watch a closely contested match as it was nerve racking. I asked her if she had any plans that night and if not, would she be interested in watching a movie together (OK actually, DY did not see the obvious opening that I wasn't doing anything on a Friday night and I practically asked HIM out.)
The pickins for movies were slim that weekend. "A-Team" seemed like a decent choice, but we walked out after ten minutes. (The dialogue was unbearable.) We went to watch "Splice" instead. It was a far more disturbing choice to watch and Jennifer spent most of the movie hiding. (This is true. I used my shawl as a shield -- the movie was scary.)
Afterward, we had drinks (soda -DY and milkshake - JC, DY is lactose intolerant) at the Jewel City Diner and walked around. (Wait a minute, I have to say, DY was making a beeline for the parking garage right after the movie, and I suggested getting a snack -- thinking, wow, he has no game.)
We had dinner on Sunday at Yang Chow with Dr. Chang and our other classmate from Korean class. (The one we were using as an excuse to hang out.) Later that week, we went to watch "Toy Story 3." I had decided before the movie started that I wanted to hold her hand but she had covered herself with her shawl to keep her warm. Once the movie began, I lifted said shawl and reached under to hold her hand. She has said that it was the most awkward move ever (and I felt totally uncomfortable for the rest of the movie). As awkward as it may have been, all I can say is 'Where are we now?' (Dan likes to say: "awkward move says you, good move says I." Tune in next time for when we write the engagement story.)
The conversation starter centered around food (of course) and specifically about pork adobo silog (a filipino breakfast dish) and where in LA you can get something as good as Ongpin's version in Daly City. (He knew where Daly City was! Weird.) If you don't know what it is, it's pork slow-cooked with copious amounts of vinegar, soy sauce, and garlic. (MMMMMM) The flavor gets cooked in and the meat becomes super tender. Then the magic: The pork is slathered on top of garlic fried rice and topped by one egg sunny side up or over easy; the key thing being a runny yolk that drips over the rice. Jennifer had some recommendations on where to go to get some, but she said that nothing compared to making it herself. (Hmm, I don't remember my being so forward, but ok, apparently I said, "Why go out when you can cook it yourself.") This particular conversation happened toward the very end of that 10-week session and we would not speak much more till the start of the next session, four weeks later. (But I could feel Dan Yin staring like a stalker.)
As it so happens, the both of us decided to repeat Basic C again rather than advance to Intermediate level. (Basically we were both total losers who didn't do enough outside class practice.) The new teacher required more practical application of what we learned by practicing with each other. We were paired a few times here and there, but not consistently. Our conversations inevitably revolved around food and restaurants. I mentioned that my family owns and operates 3 Chinese restaurants. (He had me at free food.) She expressed interest in perhaps going some time. On the second to last day of class, we made plans to go there with another classmate two weeks later. (We used her.) I was not planning on attending the last class because I had tickets to the Lakers/Celtics game. (Go Lakers!!!)
The Friday before our trip to Yang Chow, we chatted via Google Talk. Jennifer was concerned that our Sunday dinner would conflict with the Laker game that day. I assured her that it was sometimes better not to watch a closely contested match as it was nerve racking. I asked her if she had any plans that night and if not, would she be interested in watching a movie together (OK actually, DY did not see the obvious opening that I wasn't doing anything on a Friday night and I practically asked HIM out.)
The pickins for movies were slim that weekend. "A-Team" seemed like a decent choice, but we walked out after ten minutes. (The dialogue was unbearable.) We went to watch "Splice" instead. It was a far more disturbing choice to watch and Jennifer spent most of the movie hiding. (This is true. I used my shawl as a shield -- the movie was scary.)
Afterward, we had drinks (soda -DY and milkshake - JC, DY is lactose intolerant) at the Jewel City Diner and walked around. (Wait a minute, I have to say, DY was making a beeline for the parking garage right after the movie, and I suggested getting a snack -- thinking, wow, he has no game.)
We had dinner on Sunday at Yang Chow with Dr. Chang and our other classmate from Korean class. (The one we were using as an excuse to hang out.) Later that week, we went to watch "Toy Story 3." I had decided before the movie started that I wanted to hold her hand but she had covered herself with her shawl to keep her warm. Once the movie began, I lifted said shawl and reached under to hold her hand. She has said that it was the most awkward move ever (and I felt totally uncomfortable for the rest of the movie). As awkward as it may have been, all I can say is 'Where are we now?' (Dan likes to say: "awkward move says you, good move says I." Tune in next time for when we write the engagement story.)
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