Actually, the weekend wasn’t that bad. Today was pretty calm (i.e. nothing happened) but yesterday I saw some friends, mainly because I helped one of them move, and in the evening I had a beer with my stockbroker/stock analyst friend Sun. Well, I had a beer and she had a root beer. She had to go see her Korean parents, and so she probably had to go through some sort of purification ritual so they didn’t suspect she was learning bad ways from the yellow-hairs.

Helping my friend move was odd in two ways. One was most everyone’s boyfriend seemed incredibly effeminate. In fact, if I had just met them, I’d think they were a bunch of ‘mos and the women were just beards. But they’re the ones with girlfriends, not me. The second is that I met a guy who wondered why we’d never run into each other because I seemed to know so many people he knew. I realized that I used to hang out with the move-ee and her friends, and then my ex and I started hanging out with them, and then my ex and I broke up, and now three years later, my ex hangs out with them and I only get invited to things when people need help moving.

Oh, well, at least I get invited to help people move.

I just saw Chunhyang and it’s quite an interesting movie. It’s an adaptation of an old Korean tale, and it’s a mixture of a pansori performance (a narration) and the story. I’d recommend it, but you do get to see Chunhyang’s goodies at one point, so I suppose it’s not for everyone. It’s not blatant, but I was expecting a very G-rated story. I’m not sure why I thought an old Korean tale needed to be G-rated.