I cannot believe my baby brother turned 28.  28 years old.  I remember the day he was born – my first memory that I can recall – and now he is a 28 year old man.  In my eyes, he is still the sometimes silent, goofy donkey laughing kid who played with Ninja Turtles and rocked to Offspring.  Ninja Turtles and Offspring might not be in the picture anymore, but the always reliable brother is there.  So, to celebrate his birthday, we all went to Manna, an all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ.  Minus announcing his birthday to the staff – if you let them know, they spray the birthday boy/girl with a bottle of champagne and I thought it was too cruel to do that to my own brother – we ate…and ate…and ate.  There were all the side dishes – pickled turnip, noodles, kimchi, etc. – and piles and piles of meat – beef and pork bolgogi, short ribs, chicken, and beef brisket.  With my dad and Taro cooking, there wasn’t a shortage of meat.  It was the perfect birthday dinner with bottles of Hite and soju for everyone to enjoy.

Happy birthday again, Brother!  Taro and I heart you!

There is a joke for the card that we made for my brother from Peanut.  The last couple of times my brother came to feed Peanut while we were gone, Peanut hissed at him.  My brother decided to say, “Bye, asshole” when he left the house.  We thought it was appropriate that Peanut made a card for him calling him the same name…along with giving him concert tickets.

We found it humorous when my mom drank soju: