That my brother's pool table is in the garage.
So much for that really buckling down and cramming on the Korean homework during my last few days home. I'm going to go hang out in the "man cave", as the boys have wittily come to call it.
It's okay. Yesterday I baked a cake. I'm keeping my gender identification equally mixed, as always.
And tomorrow I might take my cousin and her husband to noraebang in Dallas. Because I hate it so much that I have to seek it out in my hometown. Maybe we'll find a place with decent wangalbi while we're down there, anyway.