Strange Evening

So, as it turns out, Ian and I were invited to the company dinner party.

On Fridays, I normally have a break from 4:30 to 5:20, so they moved my 7:30 class to that spot today so that I could go. Knowing that my day was capped with more work related activities made it stretch on and on. The Sinback teachers, Gene and I headed to the party right after my lass class. It was held in a reception hall and catered. There were a few things Ian and I could eat, so that was nice. Ian and the rest of his school were late, so Gene and I awkwardly waited for him at our table for about fifteen minutes. After people finished eating, things got interesting.

Noribang! They wanted us to sing, but we escaped unscathed.

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Korea. The woman in the video is sober, standing before her entire company. They act embarrassed enough to vomit as soon as they leave the stage, but you'd never know it.

The evening was pretty dull otherwise. People were being given awards, so we asked Gene why. He told us that they were being rewarded for selling the most English books. Apparently, the women who work for Yoon's are primarily book salesmen and secondarily English teachers. That explains a lot.

Terry (left) and Gene (right).

We walked home from the party in the freezing cold like the lonely foreigners we are.  As we were approaching our apartment complex, some guys in a van drove by us slowly, and as they did they rolled down their window and said hello.  We replied, but kept walking.  They caught up with us just before we got into our building.  Long story short, they wanted to talk to us about religion.  We didn't see it coming because it was 9:30 at night.  They were very friendly, though it was difficult to disengage and we were freezing.  I don't know if they actually target foreigners, but it sure seems like it.

Well, I've got to call my loan companies and get all my accounts squared away.  Oh, tomorrow I have make up classes for the snow day.  Due to some scheduling snafu with the buses, Ian's make up day is next Saturday.  So, two weekends down the hole.  Gene tried to help us out, but to no avail.  Good night!