Don't usually like to blog about my own life, but every once and a while I write something about myself. I guess this isn't really anything I would rather keep private. One night I was supposed to meet some people in Hongdae, which is the area around Hongik University in Seoul well-known for its clubs and (awesome) nightlife. The woman I was meeting did not answer her phone, so I ended up all dressed up with nowhere to go, so I bought a notebook in a 7-11 and wandered around. This is the minutia of my lost evening:
14/11/10
Group of young teenaged girls fervently discussing a poster advertising cosmetic surgery, specifically modifications to face shape, (square to v-shape) and eyes (small to big). Before/After pictures can't be real.
Ended up in Hongdae with nowhere to be. Eating gelato. Yogurt flavour. Not worth describing.
Mind reels a bit...
Sat down on a bench at Dorimcheon station, next to a knockout (Korean) girl in her Saturday night best. Turns to me and in perfect English begins to describe an arguemtn with a male friend w/r/t his new girlfriend who is cramping their friendship's style. She was intoxicated. In my usual fashion, I responded as if this was all terribly ordinary, as if hot women used me as Dear Abby on a reg. basis. Gave her the best advice that I could. Noticed that her smartphone's scr. was smashed. Suspect it was not accidental. She and her friend passed out on the train within seconds of us all getting on it and I had to wake them at Sindorim, the very next station, so they could transfer.
Everyone goes crazy on Saturday nights and nothing is unusual anymore. I could do worse with my Saturday night than people-watch.
Couple next to me: Young man with REALLY bad mustache, jeans, blazer, checked dress shit, -- bowtie FC'sS--...Worst bowtie I have ever laid eyes on...Girl is out of easy view. Profile reveals nothing worth describing, but here it is anyway: Late 20s, bangs, black overcoat. Man is TOO much though...wow.
Can't finish this ice cream.
Sober in Hongdae is unreal; won't make a habit of it.
Ambulance trying to get through drunken crowd. Unreal.
Korea seems to be a country where postmodernism never happened. I kinda like that.
I think the couple sitting next to me were just sitting there and never ate anything.
Left the gelato place and lit a smoke just to look busy. Drums playing.
--1:04 am--
Drinking a nice cup of tea in Starbucks, same one where I got accosted on Halloween by a socially retarded American werewolf after the zombie parade. I am sitting at the exact table as that night. Wandering a lone in a party district has its charm, to be be sure, but I am reasonably ready to fuck off and go home. Sure enough, Starbucks just closed and kicked me out.
Caught a cab. Do cab drivers think of the voice of the GPS as company? It's very calm and soothing.
Don't like writing about what I really see. Makes me sound like an asshole.
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