It’s gone, thank god. Not because it wasn’t good, but we had been eating leftover birthday cake for a whole week, and well, if there is cake around I’m compelled to eat it, which is not a good thing all the time (why do I snack on brownie scraps? Because it’s around).
I forgot that I was tagged by Krista from Double Dipped Sweets, which basically means that you write 7 random/weird/little known facts about yourself. Which brings me to #1:
1. I won’t tag anyone else, even though that is part of the rules because I have an adverse, bad reaction to anything that remotely resembles a chain letter. This has been true since childhood. They stress me out. I mean I DESPISED chain letters, yet felt pressured to follow the rules and respond to them each and every time because, you know, if you didn’t by a certain date, you were DOOMED to the fickle gods of luck who would bestow bad fortune and eternal suffering your way for breaking the chain. In fact, I received a chain letter 2 weeks ago via email. I was not happy.
2. I have scoliosis. From the ages of 12-16, I wore a plastic backbrace every single day for 23 hours a day. Yup, great for those self-esteem building, awkward teenage years. I was like Deenie in the Judy Blume book, except I didn’t have a crush on a boy named Buddy Brader.
*Oh, a reader just reminded me about the fittings for the braces (I had 2), which then reminded me that I was highly allergic to the foam lining on the brace so that had to be taken off. Yes, I wore hard cold plastic next to my skin for 6 years. When it was all done at age 17 (I only wore it at home the last year), the braces sat around like carcasses in our attic for several years since it felt so weird to just throw them away. For 5-7 years after that, if I woke up in the middle of the night, I’d freak out momentarily wondering where my brace was.
3. I don’t like cilantro. But seriously, I think it’s a Korean thing. Most Koreans I’ve met don’t like it either.
4. I worked as an elf at Macy’s Santaland one Christmas when I was 19. if you aren’t familiar with Macy’s Santaland, it’s one of the biggest Santa visiting getups in NY (who knows, maybe the country). At any given time there are 4-5 Santas in their Santa houses posing for pictures with any family who was crazy enough to wait in line. The big secret, however, was that all the elves had to make sure that nobody in line found out there was more than 1 Santa, otherwise Santa’s whole identity would be blown. All the elves rotated shifts – sometimes you had to stand outside the entrance of Santaland, which was located at the top floor of Macys in the fine housewares department, enticing people to enter the magical world of Santa. Other times you would have to work inside the Santa house and take the polaroid photo, or you would stand at various points in the Santaland winter wonderland maze to entertain and do crowd control while people waited in line. The place was always usually mobbed with parents and kids, but if you happened to work during the weekday early morning daytime hours when there were times no one would come walking through the maze, we elves would rule the place and run amok (and yes, we would do stupid things like try and steal some coins from the moving model train sets that people seemed to want to throw money at, or a friend of mine would hide in between the Snowman statues and jump out to scare the daylights out of visitors). It wasn’t an easy job (think: long waits! impatient kids! pushy parents!), but the worst was when other teenagers would come to visit when the place was nearly empty and heckle you in your elf outfit. Santaland was also often hot because of the sheer amount of people packed in line, and one day I fainted from the heat in my elf costume, right in front of crowd of visitors. Even though I was called “the most elfiest looking elf ever” by one of the costume staff, I was not asked back the following year.
5. I was born in South Korea and raised mostly by my grandmother the early years. I came to NY when I was 3 and was then reunited with my mother who had left when I was 1 to come here 2 years before I arrived. It wasn’t a happy reunion (traumatic, actually, for many reasons) and that is my very first memory that I can remember. My mom and I have only been back to Korea once since we’ve been here (at separate times).
6. I have a brother who is 6 years younger than me. He is a vet and lives in California. His name is Ed.
7. I can’t snap my fingers. I’ve never been able to. Weird.