Snake skin

One of the Korean language teachers in my office gave me a huge amount of kimchi this morning. I was psyched about it until later in the day when I realized that in exchange, I was expected to go to an uncomfortably-Christian piano concert with her and her husband. (Go watch the pianist's introduction video now. That's the woman who we saw play. I think God touched her in Russia.) I would say that she was terrible, but honestly after the teacher's husband laughed at my explanation of Unitarianism, I stopped listening to the music and kind of got lost in vague fantasies of his wife doing nasty things while wearing nothing but her snake skin boots.