we are wearing wigs and sequins. we are going to do korean bbq and karaoke. we are on our way when we total katie i.'s car.
we wind up in a police station wearing wigs and sequins.
at 11 p.m., starving and exhausted and in the middle of little korea, we wander into a columbian restaurant where we sit, the three of us at a table for two, wearing wigs and sequins.
you act like you know where you're going when really you have no idea. no clue what'll happen, where you'll wind up, what you'll learn.
wigs make the best winter hats.
going into korean night we did not know that. we'll now likely never forget.