Dancing in the Dark

So last night/this morning was a complete mess. A fun mess. But a mess nonetheless.

We began the night in Bepyeoung where I met up with Iman, Hung, Elisha, Matt, and Ryan. We're all pretty much strangers to each other so our hour long subway ride into Seoul was spent on the typical get-to-know-you questions. Then we walked(which was beyond painful in the stupid high heels I decided to wear) to a small hole in the wall bar. Matt, a Bush-loving American who always talks about "his awesome frat brothers", insisted on carrying my kit-bag. He's from the deep south so he was trying to impress all of the girls with that stereotypical fake chivilary that the red states are so well known for. I don't think we could less in common-he doesn't like books, anything that isn't Westernized, and Obama. The main thing that he misses from home is...beerpong.

Silly American.

Dave joined us and we moved on to the next bar where we danced for a solid hour. Then the girls(not including myself) decided to step outside. After this decision was made the seven of us became seperated and lost in Hongdae. There were just too many people in the streets and getting seperated, in retrospect, was inevitable. If I had been alone and lost in Seoul, I might have been terrified. But the boys(Dave, Matt and Ryan) all share a devil-may-care, relaxed attitude, and we decided to make the most of the night. This involved befriending a good natured Korean BBoy dancer named Billy who took us to his friend's bar where we had unlimited free drinks. We danced until three in the morning with our new Korean friends before realizing that Matt(and my bag) had disappeared.

Silly American.

We then spent half an hour searching for Matt(and more importantly my bag). After coming to the conclusion that Matt probably ran into some Pi Beta Delta frat brothers(they are everywhere-like an incurable and obnoxious plague), we decided to dance some more and stayed out until five in the morning, then caught the first Subway back to Inchoeon. Ryan and I then embarked on a calling Matt relentlessly mission because my bag had keys, money and ID in it. Finally we were able to get a hold of him. It turns out he left the bar because he was craving KFC...which was just so perfectly American, stereotypical, and hilarous that I couldn't even be angry that he took off with my bag. All in all it was an awesome night...but so much for "going out with the girls".

Iman, Elisha, and Hung have invited me to go lie on the beach with them next weekend so I might still make some good girlfriends yet!