Heyo! Long blog post up ahead since I haven’t posted for a week and my Friday night was actually eventful for once.
Yesterday, I went to the Atlanta International Night Market with my roomie. It was freaking awesome. But the Atlanta traffic was not. Curse you. Dinkleberg.
It’s been a while since I drove up to Atlanta like actual in the middle of congested Atlanta-ness rather than the surrounding area of Atlanta that most of us still consider Atlanta. So it was quite fun to drive at below 20 mph and scream internally when you pass a speed limit sign that was set at 35 mph. Like “Ha. That’s the dream.” But it wasn’t that bad and I’ve been in worse traffic. At least I didn’t have to pee.
So the night market. It was very lit. From the gate, you heard music that was blasting which made the atmosphere awesome. You could see the pretty lights strung up on the tents of the night market. The sun didn’t exactly set yet when we got there but it still looked pretty.
My roomie and I made a trip around the food tents and trucks to see what our options were (realistically, we can’t buy everything). The smoke in the air smelt great from the meat cooking. There were tons of options (even a whole section for vegans. I’m not vegan but go vegans for their food options being offered). My roomie and I were a bit overwhelmed and we didn’t know what to eat. We just love food too much.
All the vendors really got you. But our first choice was Vietnamese food. The food of my people. The lady beckoned us in and I ordered for the both of us in Vietnamese. The lady responded back in English every time and even turned back to her friends and was like, “This kid! Ahaha!” in Vietnamese, so I know she could speak Viet. She just wanted to make fun of me. I’m not hurt, I was like *dramatic gasp* the whole time. My aunt does that a lot so I’m fine, haha.
Also, my Vietnamese is not terrible as if I’m not a native speaker. I’m not fluent. I still ask how to say certain things. But I get the tones and the grammar correct and I can survive a difficult conversation. So the lady was just being a middle aged Asian lady.
Anyways, from that, my roomie and I kept circling around like hungry vultures (we’re pretty, I think. Well, at least she’s the pretty one. I’m like Asian female Skrillex). We bought more food and basically filmed our own version of Buzzfeed Worth It on my roommate’s Instagram story.
There was a stage with international performances going on. It was beautiful and amusing. There was a section of the night market that sold things so we went through that to get a little amusement from the knick-knacks and clothing and other sorts sold.
I met a few friends of my roommate there which was fun cause they’re great people. Then we left and drove to my roommate’s church where her father was so we could go get Korean Fried Chicken.
From there, my roommate basically spoiled me even more. She paid for all of our food at the Night Market and then the food we bought in her city. But I’ll get to that. Church adventure first!
So this was an interesting glimpse into the Presbyterian ways. I’m Catholic so it was interesting to get a look at what a different type of religion was like. And I’m also Vietnamese so it was interesting to see a Korean community.
I got to see some kids (were they kids my age? Maybe.) who were enthusiastic about their religion and God at a little worship program. On a Friday night. Which was different from the atmosphere of my own church where the kids were all forced to be there by their parents and was only there for social hour (they’d ignore any activities the youth leaders set up and anything they had to say. Not that I’m against kids going to church to hang out with other kids with something in common with them). The kids at my church all hated the program except for a select few who were the radical Christian home-schooled kids.
Note: I’m not saying that this is every Catholic or Presbyterian church here, it’s just from what I experienced.
But anyways, I got to meet quite a lot of my roommate’s friends and see what her life was like growing up. Cause she did say that she basically grew up spending time at the church since her father led worship and still does to this day. Her friends were all great people and seemed very nice. There was one guy I met who probably was only holding his hand up to say hi but I just smacked his hand, thinking it was a high-five like the weirdo I am. A+ for social interaction me.
And there was one special friend whom I couldn’t meet in person but my roomie really especially wanted me to meet him. But on the tour I got of her massive church, we saw him practicing (?) in a room and my roomie texted him. When he looked up, I was making a weird face in the window before scurrying away with my roomie. I did sort of talk with him later on but it was through my roomie texting him and relaying messages between us. It was very funny. I think we could be best friends (I whisper into the night creepily).
Then we drove around her town and she pointed out every restaurant she goes to and had recommendations. But it was getting late and I had an hour drive back to my home before we got the Korean Fried Chicken.
Korean Fried Chicken time! I promised my sister I’d get her something when I come back and I thought why not one of the best things Korean cuisine has to offer? We went to this little Korean shopping center to get the chicken and my roomie ordered for me and while we were waiting, we ran over to this bakery to get Korean taiyaki. She also paid for that and I was like “Whoa.” but she was like, “Let me spoil you.”
My roomie also wanted me to get Korean shaved ice and other cool stuff but she was a bit upset at the timing of things. So next time we happen to drive up to Atlanta! I’ll even bring her to a Vietnamese shopping center to scar her a bit from the V-pop they like to play (I mean BLAST). V-Pop is terrible, do not try it. I swear.
Then the rest was a blur. We went back for the chicken and waited on it to finish. We watched SNL Korea but they didn’t have English subtitles so my roomie was translating every few lines for me. I love SNL Korea but with subs because I unfortunately cannot understand the jokes without it.
Then I drove her home, had to get out of my car to punch in the code because I’m still too short in a mini-SUV. I mean, I could have also parked a tad far but I still have unbuckle my seatbelt and get on my knees to reach the gate thingy to tap my ID at my college for parking. So same thing, sorta.
Then I drove home and ate my fried chicken alone in the dark because it was late. Just kidding. My sister ate with me and so did my mom. My mom was a bit shocked at how spicy the chicken was but I just felt a little tingle. The Korean fried chicken was amazing, by the way! I loved it.
So that’s my Friday night adventure. It was very eventful and I had lots of fun. I hope to return to my roomie’s city to hang out and maybe try again at meeting that friend since she really wanted us to meet.
To new bestie: I’ll be normal when we meet in person…until you’re stuck with me forever like my other close friends and then I get crazy on you.
I’m pretty sure 99% of my closest thought I was this cool and chill person who was normal before one day, I was like, “Psych! I’m not normal, ahaha! And we’re too deep in the friendship for you to leave me.” You might say this is trickery, but I call it genius.