Blue Label

Johnnie Walker. "How in the world did you afford that, Paul??" You ask. "Well," I say. "I know the right people." (Period INSIDE quotation marks.)

You want to hear how life is weird? Ok I'll tell you. Today is like any other Tuesday, I'm waiting on the street outside Sindong Chung Hag Gyo, (Chung Hag Gyo = Middle School), waiting for the bus. When a woman drives by and stops, and motions for me to get in. I'm thinking, "ok, maybe she is some teacher that I don't recognize. Or one of the cooks or something". But she WASN'T. She was just a random lady, who saw some random foreigner waiting for the bus and decided to pick him up. It was kind of like I hitch-hiked but I didn't mean to. She didn't speak English, but I managed to tell her where I needed to go, and she told me things about where she worked and stuff. And I told her that I was an English teacher, I mean, come on it wasn't like it wasn't obvious, riiiiiiiiiiiight?

So I go to the Waegwan Chung Hag Gyo for my after school class, and THIS HAPPENS:



And then this one student invites me over for dinner, and it's not like I can say no to those kinds of things, and so after the after school class we go over to his house and his mom has this huge wonderful Korean dinner prepared. there's NO MEAT in any of the dishes because she was prepared for me. And then, after the meal, she pulls out a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label. I explain to my co-teacher that I have never had Blue Label before because it is too expensive. He explains to me that that specific family has a lot of money because they have a very successful pig farm. That's pretty weird huh. WELL, this place I'm eating dinner at is on the 14th floor of this one apartment building. And as I'm leaving, I walk out the front lobby, and there's that same random lady who gave me a ride. Yeah, she lives in that same building. I know Waegwan isn't that big, but still.

Mmmmm Blue Label though. I am totally not a scotch whiskey connoisseur, but I can appreciate goodness. Nodes of aged chocolate, campfire smoke, leather-bound books and rich mahogany. Mmmmmmm.