MTB

Well, I’m slowly getting over my funk.

My wonderful friends have been really encouraging me to go out more and be social.  Tawnya reminded me that I often meet men when I am out so it’s good for me to go out and mingle a bit.

I found a fundraiser to go to last Thursday.  It was for Japan and it was a “Ramen-Off” — a contest of making ramen, if you will.

For those people who have limited exposure to ramen, it is actually a Japanese noodle type that can be done really well and yummy and not just made in a consumer packaged good in a cup.

Anywho.  The event was packed!  And thank God it wasn’t a >90 degree day like we had been having in Minneapolis.  It was mainly outdoors, but the various restaurants who participated were cooking the ramen indoors.

They had karaoke.  Of course they had to.  It was an event for Japan.

Yes, of course I participated!  Do you know me at all?  If there is karaoke, I will sing.

I went to go talk to the DJ about doing a song and he asked me if I am Korean.  I said yes.  I asked him the same.  He said yes.  I said, are you adopted?  (There is a high population of Korean adoptees in the Twin Cities).  He said no, but that his wife is.  Ok, cool.  At the time I didn’t think anything of it.

I often ask local Koreans if they are adopted because of the high population here and because of my involvement in the Korean adoptee community, which is near and dear to me.

So, I sang a song after they had an announcement.  It was “Don’t Stop Believing.”  I thought that was appropriate, no?

I then went to get another beer and hang out with Tawnya and Sima.  There were a couple of people who sang, Tawnya sang “Borderline” by Madonna.

Then I went again.  Heehee, yes.  I was a bit of a mic hog, but they wanted me to!

The second time I went up, the DJ, Hak, pointed me to his wife.  I looked over at her while I was singing, and I was looking and looking at her because she looked vaguely family — and BAM, it hit me — I realized I knew her.  Her name is Mei and we were c0-counselors at Camp Tiger when we were 21 or so.

So, I pointed at her while I was singing and said, “Hey!  I know you!”

She was totally surprised and completely confused for a second.  Then, she kept looking at me while I was singing and after I was done, she was like, “Are you Jenny?”  She got the name wrong, but I knew she had finally placed my face.  Don’t worry, I corrected her and told her my name.

And it was an awesome moment.  We gave each other a huge hug.  I always really liked her and wondered about her since I had moved to Minneapolis.  We have a couple of friends in common but I hadn’t seen Mei through them at all.

What a wonderful surprise!  I felt warm and fuzzy for the rest of the night.  We immediately exchanged phone numbers and, of course, she found me on Facebook later that night.

All these months I had been wondering when I would run into people from that summer — I think it was the summer of ’97.  FOURTEEN years ago!  OMG, that’s not even half my age.  The summer right after I turned 21.  Wow.

And who knew I’d end up living here.

I can’t wait to catch up with Mei and start getting into the Korean community.  I miss my peeps.

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