What our BBQ looked like (kinda)
Justin and I, the adventurous duo (sans gay) went with a group of girls we have met since being in Korea to have ourselves some Korean BBQ last night. You order pork or beef or chicken and they bring out a plate of the meat and you bbq it on the middle of your table, on this kind of circular wok. The pork is like large, extremely thick slices of bacon. You cook it with this weird kind of string mushrooms, cloves of garlic, and then eat it on top of lettuce or sesame leaves. Sesame leaves taste like crap, so I stuck with lettuce. It was a very good dinner.
After Korean BBQ, we went to Club Pyscho. Sounds rough, but it is a bar that has many English speakers coming and going and they play classic American music. I heard some Weezer, Tom Petty, Jay-Z, and The Offspring amongst other bands. We arrived early (by clubbing standards) at about 11pm. After a bit, more people showed up. I played some pool (which is rare around these parts) and had some drinks.
(I must interject here. The hellion of a dog that lives down my hall is barking again. I am determined to find the room it is harbored in and punt the rat out the window. It keeps me up at night. I will have justice. I will have revenge.)
Now, back to my story… I had myself too much soju last night. Soju is Korean rice liquor. It’s rice that is fermented basically. It tastes like rubbing alcohol, but doesn’t burn like other strong alcohols. But, it ends up hitting you like a ton of bricks an hour or so after drinking it.
(I will proudly say that I have officially gotten used to beer, which I always have compared to piss in a cup and never had a taste for, and have been drinking beer in Korea. It’s cheap and doesn’t turn me into a raving, drunk idiot.)
After a bit of time at Club Psycho, everyone started dancing. I had myself a ton of fun dancing and was sitting down, sweating like a stuck pig, when a Korean lady dressed in bright red grabbed my arm and brought me out to the dance floor. I thought she wanted me to dance with her, but then she pointed to her wedding band and said she had a kid (she spoke a tad bit of English). She was trying to get me to dance with a half dozen of her Korean girlfriends. As I have stated before in my blogs, Korean girls are extra shy, cautious, and you can’t make physical contact with them on the dance floor. Otherwise, they’d be considered huge sluts or something. So, I danced with the air between all these beautiful ladies and each time I got close to one of them because they’d push me towards her, they’d giggle loudly and back away, laughing like hyenas. I found this amusing, so I went from girl to girl and watched as they laughed and laughed. I know for a fact that it’s like the circus is in town and I am the main event often whilst here in Korea because of my freckles and red hair. A lot of Korean people, mostly woman, stare and talk about Americans like they are Exhibit A.
After Club Psycho, we moved onward to Club M.C., which was louder and more packed with Korean people. In fact, our group of people were the only Americans in the whole joint. I will admit, I find the girls I was hanging out with attractive and was enjoying my night, but it was after 3am and I needed to go home. I don’t drink much and felt like passing out. But, we were asked if we’d like to hit up McDonald’s, so we enjoyed some greesy burgers and fries. In fact, I enjoyed throwing french fries at my new friends before calling it a night.
The night ended with a cab ride home and my bed after 4am. Right now, I feel like butt.
(I would have my own pictures of this night to post, but I left my camera at work. Hence, no pictures.)
