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A Brighter Day

After a great weekend of mild socialising, a great movie and a Korean wedding I feel fantastically refreshed.

Now, if I could only get this new blogger to allow me to post pictures!! I think it partly has to do with the computer I'm on at work but it is only giving me a blank box with no editing functionality.

So, the cute picture I was going to post today will now have to wait another day!

The Korean wedding - mostly like a western wedding except that all of the guests have their picture taken with the bride and groom and immediately after the ceremony, people just eat.

There's no waiting for the bride and groom - they didn't even EAT in the room we were in. There's no speeches or fond farwells or boo hoos. There's just eating. A LOT. This wedding had EVERY SINGLE KIND OF KOREAN FOOD available for you at the buffet.

And of course hobalong couldn't really browse properly - although I must admit I did try and put a little too much weight on my foot I'm sure (but I promise Bone Gods, I am REALLLY trying not to become impatient with my foot and REALLY TRYING to simply use the crutches - which should also be known as wrist-wrentching-armpit-bruising-torture-devices).

But it was lovely to get out of the house. And see a lady from my work take her next important Korean steps towards enlightenment.

Because in Korea, if you're not married, you're not much.

Just another reason for me to celebrate on Canada Day.

Comments

kimikazi said…
She's adorable!! Glad to hear your weekend picked up your mood:) The movie was good too!! I screamed outloud...not once, but twice. I suck;)

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