Amanda Takes Off...

Good Man was sick yesterday and YJ couldn't meet for language exchange today, so I thought it was going to be a weekend at home.

My apartment doesn't have aircon. Had I known that, I never would've signed the contract. No matter how many fans I turn on, no matter how many windows I have open (or if I even have the front door propped open, which I hate doing since everyone can see in!), it's been a constant 86 F in my apartment all weekend. You can bet your butt my admin team has aircon in their homes and if they ask me to re-sign next year, I won't do it unless they install aircon first.

All of this is to say that yesterday I spent mostly sleeping in the heat, with occasional trips out of bed to knit.

Today there was a CSI: NY marathon on TV, so I figured I'd just knit all day. (I'm working on a project I really want to finish!) But Good Man wanted to meet.

We met a whole lot last week (four days out of five) but two of them were very stressful and one of them was really busy for both of us—we need not be reminded of my Bank Rant.

So it was nice to meet under more normal, casual circumstances.

We met at the movie theater. I got there first, so I had to get the tickets. I took a number and 115 people were before me, so I went down a floor to the Libro bookstore. A half hour later I went back to the theater. Before I knew it my number had passed. I ran to the fifth counter (the clerk that was whipping through the numbers without pause) and couldn't remember the name of the movie. I made a fool out of myself but got the tickets. And of course...Good Man showed up three minutes later.

You know, when I met Good Man he said, "It would be good for your Korean to hang out with a man like me." But fact is, he speaks really good English and acts as a great buffer (again, will not mention Bank Rant). I hate speaking Korean in front of him because I'm nervous, but Master wants to meet...so Good Man's going to hear my North Korean accent sometime! (There's a saying from before the split that South Korean men are better for North Korean women. Guess my accent works for me. ㅋㅋ)

After I got the tickets we had two hours to kill, so we had a light dinner, and sat and people-watched for a while. We saw a very predictable but fun summer action flick, Live Free or Die Hard.

At one point in the movie, a license plate is being read. GT 592 N, I think. "Golf tango 5 9 2 November."

The subtitles read "Golf tango 5 9 2 11th month." Now, "November" in Korean is indeed "11월," but this was not a month of the year! It was the NATO Phonetic Alphabet! I was pleased to find such a translation error.

Good Man, who worked in the communications sector for his mandatory military service, was curious as to how I knew the NATO alphabet without having been in the military. There were, however, a few letters I couldn't remember (Quebec and Yankee).

Dis-Arming

The Simpsons Movie is coming to South Korea next month. I told Good Man we will be seeing it. "The Simpsons is the perfect example of humor for my generation. That show started on FOX when I was in third grade, which used to shock my American students. You want to understand Americans our age, you watch that show."

Disarming

Good Man and I were bold on the subway platform, facing each other holding hands. Guess if I act like that as a white girl here, I should expect looks, but tonight we didn't get too many.

I wish I could be like Good Man; he's usually completely oblivious to looks from other people.