I was meeting Faith for dinner. Her boyfriend Ty would be DJing later that night, and we were grabbing a bite before going to the show. I waited beside a Baskin Robbins, where a woman stood outside in the freezing cold, chanting desperate advertising mantras into a microphone as steam gushed from her gaping mouth. She was telling every passersby, in her strained and quivering tones, about the very many cakes they could buy inside, each themed for the season. Each of them named in a nebulous massacre of Konglish, to the point that she was basically speaking English in some profane accent. At some point she may well have developed hypothermia, and just went on shaking and trembling and gesticulating at those who wandered near. When Faith arrived, she had on reindeer antlers and attached an ornament to my collar, to be festive.
It was Christmas Eve in Korea.