Saw a Korean movie on Sunday afternoon. It's called Haeundae and, apparently, it's the current blockbuster in Korea. And...I don't know...it's special. We were under the impression it was a tsunami flick ala "The Day After Tomorrow" where mother nature gets back at us for our decadent lifestyle by destroying cities and populations. It turned out to be a crazy movie, about crazy people, with approximately 5 minutes of tsunami action. The main thing I took out of it was that if I want to bag myself a Korean, I need to act CRAZY as hell (come on, Mom, that's not really a curse word:) Absurd. Insane. Bat ass crazy. When I bite men's lips and scream about my fake-unborn child in public during dates, this man will fall madly in love with me and die in his rescue of me. When my slutty male boy toy puts my child at risk I will instead to choose to freak out on my separated husband and ignore all his very-educated-tsunami-warnings about getting me and my child to safety. This man, too, will die for me. When I stop up my toilet in a hotel I will refuse to tip the maintenance man forced to unplug it and then expect him to rescue me from a trapped elevator. He's poor and ugly, so he wasn't a main character. But I'm pretty sure he died for me. The sound of a screeching Korean female is unlike any other, and as this movie featured screeching Korean females from childhood, to young women, to elderly it was evident that the sound never really softens. Or becomes less lethal to the ear drums. The son of the main character in the movie is an elementary student of my friend Michele. The first time you see him, his father has tied a string to his tooth and slaps him backward on the floor in a botched attempt to pull the tooth out. The kid (Michele's student) is screaming. The father ignores him in favor of getting up to run outside to check on his gal pal. This father also spends the majority of the movie out of his mind on soju, the deathly Korean rice wine. But at the end of the movie he gets his son, his mom, and his hot gal pal agrees to marry him. So I guess the craziness goes both ways.

Found a place that served awesome western style breakfast. Actually ate french toast with real maple syrup. Good Sunday.