'7' Take Three

It had been a while since we’d been to the night club, and since Meg was out of town, and we were no longer were being invited to drink with the boxers, Robby and I decided it was time to go again.

The first part of our plan was to drink in Hakdong (which we love-I’ll get to this later or in another vignette) and see if we could spot some friends to bring with us.  You see, these past few weekends we’ve been sitting outside Wow Bar or various other places and people walk by that we know, from boxing or just from drinking around and meeting people, and they stop and drink with us.  We wanted this to happen.  But it wasn’t our night.  Our table at Wow was occupied and so were all the tables outside the ministops and all the other bars that have outdoor seating.  We were out of luck. 

Robby suggested we drink in Yosodong, and while I was reluctant because I thought for sure we’d never spot anyone we know there, our current predicament left us no other options.

We found a bar to drink outside of and we ordered some Soju and beer.  Not five minutes later a dude walked over to our table that we had apparently met last night in Hakdong (neither Robby nor I recall this) and he sat and drank with us for a bit.  We told him to bring his friends to our table but he told us they’d be too embarrassed because they don’t know English and even though Robby and I professed to speak as much Korean as possible he wouldn’t bring them over.  Anyway, he lives in Hakdong so we got his number and then off he went to drink with his friends. 

We were alone again, but that’s the best thing about being a wayguk in Korea.  We were not alone for long.  Soon after two guys sitting at the table next to us asked if they could join us.  So of course they could.  We told them of our night club plans which lead to a discussion about K-pop dancing (more on this later) and I stood up to perform my best 2NE1’s “내가 제이 잘나가” which is terrible but lead to the guys in the window that we were sitting in front of to perform their best “Gangnam Style” so there were random Korean dudes just Gangnam Styling in the window at us.  Greatness.  (Although I will say the novelty/hilariousness of seeing random people Gangnam Style down the streets is wearing off, especially after seeing a group of ten guys just Gangnaming down the street for a good three blocks the other day.) 

Anyway, so these guys were ALSO from Hakdong so we exchanged numbers and they told us they’d go to the night club with us.  We were still drinking when Robby (pretty drunk at this point) found a big weird-looking cricket, picked it up, and thought it would be hilarious to go up to a table of random Korean girls and put the cricket on their table and then just walk away.  This is why people hate foreigners.  Those girls lost their shit.  They freaked out and they were so mad.  We had to apologize profusely to them.  It was really funny in retrospect, but geez.

So we got to the night club finally.  And I will say this.  Koreans may love to sing, but they REALLY love to dance.  And not just dance.  Line dance.  They know at least 20 or 30 intricate line dances that I swear professional choreographers couldn’t pick up unless it was broken down for them step by step.  I mean, my god.  I tried so hard to learn even just one of the dances, but in the end I just looked like Lucy Ricardo in the Ballet Class episode where she just gives up and starts doing the Charleston.  That was me.

That was me until they extended the stage and invited people up there to dance.  No one was going up and I love attention so I decided to go up there and be the first one.  I did and DAMN I felt like a rockstar.

Eventually we left the night club because Robby was so gone.  On the cab ride home he just kept going “I love those people man, they’re good people.”  And I said, “Who?  The guys we met?”  And he said, “No.  All those people, man.”