Today as I was walking home during my lunch break, I received a call from my DRUNK mom. She yelled at me to get in a taxi to the next dong over (Mangmi) to a “good beef restaurant” she found. She knew it was “good” because the only English on the outside of the restaurant said “good restaurant.”
I felt like I was back home all over again. My mom does not understand when I was trying to explain that no, I could not just go get wasted, and not come back to work after lunch. I know I have had this conversation more than once with her.
After work we had a good time. Shopping for hideous adjumma clothes (yes, my mom wants hot pink capris!), eating Chinese food, buying a bunch of grapes for 1,000₩ on the street and norebang (Elvis and ABBA for the win).