The Wedding Party
His Side
We asked each member for their most favorite memory of us. We thought it would be fun to include them for your entertainment.
Best man- Eric Noh
A long time ago in a land far far away there lived a boy named Eric Noh. One day, A wizard by the name of Goldold came to him with a magical ring and told him to hike up to the highest part of the tallest mountain and to throw the magical ring into the burning fires of the mountain. Yet, Eric said to the wizard "Who am I?" So Goldold told a young boy walking by to become his companion. That boy's name was Herbert Kim and this is how they met. Throughout their adventure Herbert Kim supported the work of Eric Noh. And Eric, in turn, learned that Herbert could gobble up an entire oyster with one slurp of his big fat lips. The end.
Groomsman - Dr. Thomas Noh
3 Reasons Thomas Noh is not completely worthless
1) Born and raised in paradise with Eric Noh under the blessing of Jesus Christ.
2) Currently training as a neurosurgeon and did his undergraduate training at the best school this world has ever known where he met the world's best current husband, Bryan Rhee, the word's most artistic man, Frederik Park, and world's best murseband Herbert Kim.
3) He can benchpress almost as much as the world's strongest man, Justin Koh and currently works in Motown Detroit City.
Groomsman - Frederick Park
The Drizzle that Rained like Talking Badgers
A Short Story
by Fred
Frederick Park looked at the peculiar torch in his hands and felt warm.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. He had always loved vast Granite Mountain with its glamorous, gifted stones. It was a place that brought many joyful memories.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Herbert Kim. Herbert was a sympathetic giant with strong calves.
Frederick gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, stable, person with solid fingers and short calves who once rescued a small baby bird from a burning building.
But not even a brave person who had once rescued a baby bird from a burning building, was prepared for what Herbert had in store today.
The drizzle rained like talking badgers, making Frederick tense.
As Frederick stepped outside and Herbert came closer, he could see the powerful glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want food," Herbert bellowed, in an admirable tone. He slammed his fist against Frederick's chest, with the force of 591 owls. "I want you to move to Los Angeles, Frederick Park!”
Frederick looked back, even more stern and still holding the peculiar torch. "Herbert, let's just eat some cheese," he replied.
They looked at each other with stubborn feelings, like two bears sitting by a lake trying to catch fish.
Frederick regarded Herbert's strong calves. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he said.
"Hmph," pondered Herbert.
“I'm not moving to Los Angeles” said Frederick
Herbert became quiet, his body as still as a glacier.
Then Herbert came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
Groomsman - Bryan Rhie
It was as close to magic as I could get. Herbert, sitting less than a foot away from me, leaned over towards Liza, who was diligently studying, and asked, "Are you have an RN? Because my knees need nursing from falling for you." It definitely wasn't this cheesy but there was something special in that moment when Herbert and Liza first met at a cafe in Koreatown while they were both studying - something magical. And I was the spectator who saw it unfold before my very eyes.
Over the past couple years, I was able to see Herbert and Liza's relationship develop into a bond defined by love and laughter, and I am truly honored to be a part of their wedding day. On that day, similar to that day in the cafe, I will be standing less than a foot away from Herbert, see him lean over towards Liza, and hear him say "I do." And we will all be spectators of this magical moment where the end becomes the beginning and two become one.
Groomsman - Justin Koh
I don't have a particularly favorite moment from my friendship with Herbert. I think it's borderline unhealthy to cling to singular moments when you can actively engage in the present.
To me, what best defines Herbert is his steadfast dedication. For example, he is steadfastly dedicated to fiscal responsibility. Herbert will show up to your BBQ 45 minutes late after having ventured to an out-of-the-way Costco location to save $5 on a bulk pack of ice cream. Herbert will turn a 3-minute drive into a 25-minute scavenger hunt for street parking out of refusal to pay $2 to a K-Town valet.
It's also this dedication that manifests itself in his commitment to maintaining relationships. More times than I can count, Herbert has been the one in our group of LA-based Seattle transplants who has organized gatherings for us. Without his relational intentionality, we would be more isolated and distant. He is our glue.
I still don't know for certain how he was able to to convince Liza that Holy Matrimony with him would be a great idea. Maybe it's the aforementioned dedication. Maybe it's also his gigantic calves that resemble juicy, golden brown chicken drumsticks when they've gotten sun exposure.
