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sarea_okelani and I have collectively gone insane and instituted Oppa Outings, see her post here (along with Oppa Outings #1 and #2). The short version is this: when you get two enablers together, things get out of hand real quick.
Minhyuk was our destined oppa on Saturday. Here he is, with his namesake. Minhyuk oppa is a red squirrel because he is frequently compared to a squirrel and is known as BTOB's "red man" because one time he split his pants on stage and was revealed to be wearing bright red underpants, and nobody has ever let him forget it.
On Saturday, which was the first warm and lovely Saturday we've had in a long while, I rocked up to Sarea's house first so we could drive together for the rest of the day. We went first to Woodblock, an American-style brunchy place, where parking was terrible as heck and Sarea had to park several blocks away. We both got the Croque Madame (on the nice waiter's recommendation), and fries for Sarea. It took a long time for her to realize that it came with two aiolis and we had to talk about rules for pluralization.
After that, to Midori Bakery. Minhyuk must have worked some kind of witchcraft for us, because Midori was practically a ghost town. Usually when we go there is a constant flow of customers and sometimes no place to sit. It being a Saturday we were expecting the usual, but we were pretty much the only customers there. We even got the big table for ourselves while working on our Korean homework!
I got an earl grey/vanilla/lavender/chocolate gateau that was delicious (and that they will probably never make again; this is a recurring issue at Midori) and an orange craquelin for later; Sarea got a matcha strawberry croissant.
We went back to my place, where I put a chair together for my new reading nook in the living room (where my Ilhoon poster holds court – that's right, I am in my thirties and I have put a framed poster of a K-pop idol on my wall for all to see. Nobody but Sarea andslitherhither ever comes over, but that's not important) and we watched some of John Mulaney's Kid Gorgeous stand-up special on Netflix.
In a day that would be chock full of coincidences, this was probably the first, because I had mentioned him to Sarea while we were hanging out at Midori (I had watched some of the special in the morning while painting my nails and subsequently ruining them repeatedly due to laughing too much) and it turned out thatjade_okelani had only just mentioned him to her like the day before where previously Sarea had never even heard of him.
We didn't get to finish it, though, as it was time to head out to our friend S's wedding. The ceremony was fine, except I think we sat on the wrong side (it wasn't our fault; there were no ushers or direction given) and also we didn't care for the pastor's ramblings. What can I say, we're just not churchy people.
Dinner was a self-seating affair; originally we attempted to sit with Sarea's colleagues but there wasn't enough space so we wandered away elsewhere and randomly chose a table where two guys and two girls who didn't really seem to know each other were sat.
Eventually we went around introducing ourselves and it turned out that one of the guys, B, was someone Sarea had wanted to meet for a while (another colleague's boyfriend, who'd had to make instant best friends with the other guy M at the wedding, because the colleague was in the wedding party). And one of the girls J was a) someone that S had originally wanted to seat next to Sarea before deciding not to assign seating, and b) someone that I had met eight years before when I worked at the Asian supermarket. Craziness!
Once the food was ready to go (a Korean buffet), Sarea just got up and went, not realizing that we had to take our plates from the table to the buffet line. She also did this when it was time for dessert. "Where do you keep getting these plates?" she asked, incredulously, when I kept having to take them to her.
The food was all right, and dessert was a selection of pies, cupcakes, and cookies. The wedding cake was also at the dessert table, with a piece missing out the back. No one had announced or seen a cake cutting, so we were all scandalized that someone had just gone for it. We heard from different sources that it was and wasn't the bridal couple who'd done it, so it remains a mystery to this day. (And then Sarea had to go and buy one for her very own the next day because a bridesmaid told her it was really good cake. Don't worry, she hasn't gone completely round the bend; it wasn't like a bespoke wedding cake or anything, it was just a nice cake from Whole Foods.)
Sarea and I made excuses to leave early – it was the dancing part of the reception and nobody wants that. Nobody wanted to catch the bouquet either, but S made us come up and when she threw it, everyone shied away from it so it fell on the floor. Whoops, but not sorry. What can I say, we're just not marriagey people. (Not that we aren't happy for the couple, who are very lovely.)
Then we went to Sarea's house to watch a clip of BTOB on Hyenas on the Keyboard and the rest of the John Mulaney special, and also for Minhyuk to meet the other oppas. They all got along very nicely like good boys. (You'll notice an oppa there who hasn't been introduced yet; not to worry, he's going to be on the next outing!) The end!
sarea_okelani and I have collectively gone insane and instituted Oppa Outings, see her post here (along with Oppa Outings #1 and #2). The short version is this: when you get two enablers together, things get out of hand real quick.Minhyuk was our destined oppa on Saturday. Here he is, with his namesake. Minhyuk oppa is a red squirrel because he is frequently compared to a squirrel and is known as BTOB's "red man" because one time he split his pants on stage and was revealed to be wearing bright red underpants, and nobody has ever let him forget it.
On Saturday, which was the first warm and lovely Saturday we've had in a long while, I rocked up to Sarea's house first so we could drive together for the rest of the day. We went first to Woodblock, an American-style brunchy place, where parking was terrible as heck and Sarea had to park several blocks away. We both got the Croque Madame (on the nice waiter's recommendation), and fries for Sarea. It took a long time for her to realize that it came with two aiolis and we had to talk about rules for pluralization.
After that, to Midori Bakery. Minhyuk must have worked some kind of witchcraft for us, because Midori was practically a ghost town. Usually when we go there is a constant flow of customers and sometimes no place to sit. It being a Saturday we were expecting the usual, but we were pretty much the only customers there. We even got the big table for ourselves while working on our Korean homework!
I got an earl grey/vanilla/lavender/chocolate gateau that was delicious (and that they will probably never make again; this is a recurring issue at Midori) and an orange craquelin for later; Sarea got a matcha strawberry croissant.
We went back to my place, where I put a chair together for my new reading nook in the living room (where my Ilhoon poster holds court – that's right, I am in my thirties and I have put a framed poster of a K-pop idol on my wall for all to see. Nobody but Sarea and
slitherhither ever comes over, but that's not important) and we watched some of John Mulaney's Kid Gorgeous stand-up special on Netflix.In a day that would be chock full of coincidences, this was probably the first, because I had mentioned him to Sarea while we were hanging out at Midori (I had watched some of the special in the morning while painting my nails and subsequently ruining them repeatedly due to laughing too much) and it turned out that
jade_okelani had only just mentioned him to her like the day before where previously Sarea had never even heard of him.We didn't get to finish it, though, as it was time to head out to our friend S's wedding. The ceremony was fine, except I think we sat on the wrong side (it wasn't our fault; there were no ushers or direction given) and also we didn't care for the pastor's ramblings. What can I say, we're just not churchy people.
Dinner was a self-seating affair; originally we attempted to sit with Sarea's colleagues but there wasn't enough space so we wandered away elsewhere and randomly chose a table where two guys and two girls who didn't really seem to know each other were sat.
Eventually we went around introducing ourselves and it turned out that one of the guys, B, was someone Sarea had wanted to meet for a while (another colleague's boyfriend, who'd had to make instant best friends with the other guy M at the wedding, because the colleague was in the wedding party). And one of the girls J was a) someone that S had originally wanted to seat next to Sarea before deciding not to assign seating, and b) someone that I had met eight years before when I worked at the Asian supermarket. Craziness!
Once the food was ready to go (a Korean buffet), Sarea just got up and went, not realizing that we had to take our plates from the table to the buffet line. She also did this when it was time for dessert. "Where do you keep getting these plates?" she asked, incredulously, when I kept having to take them to her.
The food was all right, and dessert was a selection of pies, cupcakes, and cookies. The wedding cake was also at the dessert table, with a piece missing out the back. No one had announced or seen a cake cutting, so we were all scandalized that someone had just gone for it. We heard from different sources that it was and wasn't the bridal couple who'd done it, so it remains a mystery to this day. (And then Sarea had to go and buy one for her very own the next day because a bridesmaid told her it was really good cake. Don't worry, she hasn't gone completely round the bend; it wasn't like a bespoke wedding cake or anything, it was just a nice cake from Whole Foods.)
Sarea and I made excuses to leave early – it was the dancing part of the reception and nobody wants that. Nobody wanted to catch the bouquet either, but S made us come up and when she threw it, everyone shied away from it so it fell on the floor. Whoops, but not sorry. What can I say, we're just not marriagey people. (Not that we aren't happy for the couple, who are very lovely.)
Then we went to Sarea's house to watch a clip of BTOB on Hyenas on the Keyboard and the rest of the John Mulaney special, and also for Minhyuk to meet the other oppas. They all got along very nicely like good boys. (You'll notice an oppa there who hasn't been introduced yet; not to worry, he's going to be on the next outing!) The end!
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on 2018-05-15 05:23 pm (UTC)The fact that we are not churchy people is exactly why we sat on the wrong side lol... otherwise we would have known that in a Christian wedding the bride’s people are on the left side hahaha.
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on 2018-05-17 11:28 pm (UTC)