|The evening began with delicious dalk galbi (chicken barbecue). The white things are potato slices.|
|Once the chicken was well underway vegetables were added.|
I should say something about myself and alcohol here. I was just being affable at dinner. I don't find drunkenness an interesting experience and I don't like alcohol because it's dreadfully high-calorie and one shouldn't drink one's calories. Drink does little more than ruin my balance and my diet and where, I ask, is the fun in that?
Nevertheless, I had entered a spiral of accelerating drunkenness.
|This chicken joint tries to be helpful.|
|Hongdae's silent disco.|
|Hey, it's Makgeolli Man, liberating the crowd's self-conscious members.|
I wonder about this guy. Is the makgeolli business his only source of income? What does he do all winter? For that matter, what does he do all day? Where did he learn American geography? (He's pretty good at it: "American! I love you! New York Chicago L.A.! ")
Makgeolli Man sold our group a bottle of his special sauce. I felt this entitled me to a selfpic for my scrapbook. A comrade offered to take the picture for me but I was like "No, this will be way better as a selfpic." Operating the camera was a bit tricky, me being quite drunk at this point, but I managed to frame the shot perfectly. Check it out:
LP Bar was full of Koreans and it was a sausage fest on the dance floor but that's okay in Korea because the men here enthusiastically dance with each other in ways that would provoke a great deal of staring in a straight USA club. Lots of hand-holding and embracing and even the occasional swat on the bottom. The Koreans ceded the floor to us, a mere handful of waygooks, and it felt a bit awkward because it had been so densely populated with them when we arrived. When we made as if to leave they took over again and I threw off my coat to join them in a final dance, a circular hopping affair everyone seemed to enjoy.
When I got home I discovered I was capable of operating my body only in an upright or prone configuration, having lost too much poise to make use of the in-between modes. On my way to this discovery I accidentally headbutted my lovely companion and suffered an embarrassing fall. Fortunately only my dignity was injured.