Year of the bitch

Lora and Bert had their 2nd annual Asian New Year's party this week-end. Last year was the rooster, this year the dog, and next year, my year, the boar. We celebrated with costumes, food, and a poker party. Sara, who was born in the year of the dog brought us all tattoos of the bitch. Dave and I wore bright South Korean tshirts that my brother had given me and I wore my poop slippers. What might you ask, is a poop slipper? In what I can only guess is South Korea's version of South Park, there is a famous character that is a piece of poop, and I have a pair of slippers to prove it. As you can see from the picture, it is a face with poop hair, and a poop tail hanging off of the back.


With my brother having lived in South Korea for the last 3 years, I also have a plethora of asian food in my house, including Soju alcohol, and a can of maggots. No you read that right, maggots, a can of large brown maggots. Apparently street vendors sell them over there, like pretzels here. I believe that in spite of attempting to peer pressure everyone into eating one by chanting "MAGGOTS, MAGGOTS, MAGGOTS", that there were only 3 brave takers. Lora of course, being the first to just dip her finger into the can and fish one out, before I had even rinsed and displayed them in a pretty bowl. Later in the evening, I tried to eat one, I really did and the flavor was not bad, it was the crunch and my own mind that got the better of me.

Earlier in the day, I went to a section of town with asian markets and bakeries and got some sweets, fortune cookies without fortunes, sugared coconut strips, and sesame candies. While there, I was treated to dragon dances, drums and strings of fireworks. Do I have to start carrying my camera around with me? Gawd, it's like I'm a serious blogger or something. Too bad I can't get paid for this.