Wine Party, this time
I swear I'm not a party lover or a usual-party-goer.
I swear I'm not spending money for food and drinks a lot.
I swear I'm not so social.
Note. This is another four families's story.
My wife asked one day in the last week if I had time to join in lunch on coming Saturday. Since one of neighbors-quite close-would leave the town in this week, so she had a plan to go out with 3 more families for lunch. That's fine.
We enjoyed a nice galbi. Thereafter, all of us went to Seo-O-Reung(서오릉:西五陵, Five Big Tombs in West) park, and I was not sure whose idea it was, but enjoyed the wonderful season anyway, the warm sunlights, the brain-freezing breeze, and the frisky children at the lawn, 9 children. That's still fine, too.
SJ asked, then, if he could ride the car with his friends on the way back. 5 little boys and girls include SJ already got on the car without my permission. I was at a loss, in fact. But their parents came and said no problem, see you at the parking lot in town and take care, then disappeared. That's still fine, too. No, I was quite nervous while driving because they were repeating open/close the sun-roof regardless of my warning.
SJ asked, at the parking lot, once again if he could invite HS, his amiable friend, a cute girl, to play with in his room. It's not an expected situation at all, but they were already entering the porch together. It's really a moment, then, for two other boy and girl who were in my car, to get along with SJ and HS. 3 little guests without a plan. That's fine, again. Made sure they would go home soon for their dinner, though it's almost dinner time.
(Kids from families. Where're two guys ??)
My wife received a call in the meanwhile, and her voice was changing. No, not got angry. Rather, a laugh. She explained soon to me:
It's late to prepare for all four families their dinner at home, because all of us were back too late.
Yes, it's true.
All the four families had to go restaurants, respectively, becuase there's no food at home right now.
Yes, it's true, too. But why not Ramyeon or sandwidch ??
All the four families had lunch at restaurant, so it would be not so good idea to go another restaurants, whether we went together or respectively. We?
And the most impotantly, four chilren were playing at our home already.
Yes, so what..
They asked if we support the space for dinner, then they could order some chinese food and we have dinner together...
My wife laughed. They came to home.
Beer ? Well, I had 24 cans of beer, prepared for 4X4 guys days ago.
Wine? Well, I had four delicious Italy and Argentine wines, which were for my pleasure, actually. Spirits ? Well, I had another strong spirits but they didn't like it, I believe.
Wine was chosen this time. All four bottles. (Actually we had beer, too)
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JW and her family will move to other city in this week.
Actually the four families were really close each other for years.
Since all the first kids of families are at the same age, and the second are almost similar, kids have been close each other, and mothers have been close, too.
I know they have shared a lot of things, supporting each other in many family business or in kids' stuff. I know they have been helpful each other, and spent a lot of time together.
I hope JW's family has a good new friend in the new place, and we could keep in touch each other.
6 comments:
It's very funny story.
Sometimes life is out of controle but this results in everyday's happiness.
Moving family must have very nice memory by good neibors.
Yes, good neighbors are often regarded as siblings.. Anyway, it happened a day before the sunday marathon..
It seems like another 4x4 story.
Story is funny and great.
Yeah, another families.
And actually much more binding between mothers and between kids..
One thing not convenient was farthers seemed to be compared with each other....
Anyway, they were nice friends, too.
and those kids look soooooo yummy!!!!
:-)
Yup. Very cute and pretty, but not easy to conrol or lead them..
I didn't know I can use yummy for person.. I learned a new expression. Thanks.
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