Our first stop was a Korean restaurant. There's a grill sunk into the table and you grill the food yourself, which makes the meal more fun.

Yummy, but still not as good a foot-long Italian B.M.T. sandwich from Subway.


This is Mark, who got married the week before.




No factory party is complete without a group of regularly straight guys, dressing up as cabaret girls. Only this time - the factory owner, Mong, joined them on the left, dressed in purple.
