So Thursday is one of my more busy days of the week (I have 2 hours of kindy in the morning before my other 5 hours of class) so Sungku took the boys out for a tour of Olympic Park. I've never been myself and since it was a lovely day, they figured they should get a little exercise and fresh air so they can make it through the weekend.
Olympic Park was created for the 1988 Seoul Olmpics and they've kept it in good condition and even made continued improvements in the recent months. Concerts and events are often held in the area, uncluding the recenty Korean phenom, B-Boy Dancing.
Other interests of the park include all kinds of crazy art stuatues and displays from all over the world. Some nice forested area and one of the only places in Seoul to get some peace and quiet.
I got home just about the same time as the rest of them did. Grabbed a quick dinner at home and started on the beers. In the recent months me and a group of friends have been having poker nights here in Seoul and using the 100 won coins as chips. I got Richie to bring me over my set from home, so tonight, it's poker time.
Maybe some people will say, why go all the way across the world to play poker, but then they mustn't be poker players who know how sociable the game is. And definetly not Langley poker players, who manage to spend more of the Liqs than they do the game and use it as a pre-drinking activity rather than the old school drinking games.
So, had a good few people over and went at 'er. Ottowa Jeff took the loot, but being the kind, get-rid-of-your-money-as fast-as-you-can type of person, he gave it to teh Chinese boys who were complaining of the high costs in Korea. Course this also could have been due to Skins' crying all game about us playing the not 'strict tourny' rules and not wanting to lose his money.
Anyways, we made it out to Iteawon later in the night. Checked out some FA Cup (Man U vs Chelsea), wrote a whole bunch of Duhsons on pub walls, danced a little, ate a lot, and had a good time.
As always, another work day for me. But work was the last thing on my mind as this Friday night was the much anticipated DJ Festival. I had had 3 4-person tents and tickets all pre-bought a month in advance and this was to be the pinnacle of the whole week.
On the way to the Festival
Even on my one hour break I went home to continue my prep (mostly consisting of pre-mixing my juice/tonic/lemon/lots of gin). After a good hike to get there, we finally found the place at about 930ish and Sungku was coooking some meat on the BBQ.
Iranian friend Sinisha
She showed my the empty bottle of rum, the beers, and the garbage splayed everywhere from an already hammered group of Langley boys at a campout. I knew they arrived back after I heard some "Ole, Ole, Ole' chant over the edge of the headge and a whole bunch of 사랑해요's (I love you). Indeed, they were at a state which I know led to such debauchery as fighting/puking/losing cell phones/wallets/ and whatever else a careless alchoholic can find the energy to muster up.
The night was awesome. We continued BBQ'ing and meeting random other people also camping out. There were 3 stages about a 5 minute walk from our tents. One main stage with about 1000 people at it, and two smaller stages with anywher from 50-300 at diferent points in teh night. We also found a group of hippies baning away on the bongos in a little sand playground. Very cool cause they were all squatting or splayed in and around all the jungle gym.
I wish I got more pics of the whole event, but Richie was smart enough not to bring his camera and Sungku's was acting all funnny that night. Some good pics can be found here though. Its a facebook photo album so log into Facebook first.
I remember at one point dancing at the side of the mass of people on the main stage with my English buddy Rich. He hadn;t met my bro yet and since most of our group had gone back to the tent area we thought we would snake our way through the crowd. It didn't take us long to spot him. Why. It's a Dushon. Within 2 minutes we see a group of about 6 Korean girls all dancing with big smiles on their face...across from them...a dushon with arms flailing and an even bigger smile on his face.
We met some good people that night. One guy is now my new Korean tutur. Another guy Jeff has brought out to soccer games. I've met a few foreigners at the clubs since, and Richie had a little fun in one of our tents with a nice little lady.
I think I passed out like 4 or so in the morning. I woke up at 930 with Sungku tugging on my shirt saying we had to pack up and be out of the tents by 1000. So, out I rolled and tried to wake up the rest of the crew. I found Dushon like this:
I was told he passed out outside the tents on the ground with only that blanket. We were all in pretty rough shape and planned to head towards home for some rest. 'Course nearing home we decide the day would be wasted the minute we stepped in the door, and we just happened to be passing the beach area of the Han River so, hey, why not go get some Z'z on the beach.
It was only a hope. Turns out the Korean food festival is going on right outside the subway station and, guess what, we hadn't had breaky. So, bring on more meat, some traditional Korean bibimbap (mixed vegies and rice) and yes, of course, the traditional Korean rice wine.
Me, Jeff and Sungku had a bit of a rest on the grass for a bit while the other guys went on the search for a littel more drink to bring to us. After an hour or so we figured we should go find them, they might be lost. Well. Not quite They had made it back to our original table and had ordered not one bottle of rice wine, but 3. They had also managed to start Chinese Gan-bei'ing (bottoms up) and were once again, in another blurred state. Dushon was passed out on the table within 30 minutes of that and Sungku and Ryan had to take him home. Me, Richie and Ariel were the men who had to stay behind to do the evil deed. Finish of the liqs.
Made it home, and out it was. But no, not for the whole night. Just a little power nap before another go at 'er again. That'll be the next and final Korean post.