it all started with a long island ice tea....and ended up in a string of disappointments

Saturday night we went out to Anyang. The promised land.. this was the place where everyone who’s been told me its AWESOME!!! For weeks and weeks, somehow I kept missing out on those “oh…you should’ve came with us…it was CRAZY…” nights at Anyang. Lo and behold, Saturday I was all dolled up and ready to hit the scene~!!

First bar we went into, the guys kept telling us about these long island ice teas which taste like lemonade but hit you when you least expect it. So we tried it..and sure, it tasted good! Got another round or two and when we got up to leave…BAM….I was so tips I could hardly walk up the stairs……WOW~~ all before that, I kept talking like normal and my head was clear too….only when I stood up did I realize how drunk I was.

With all of us kinda drunk or tipsy, we headed over to the clubs. There was this particular club the guys recommended. Only thing is, they were soo drunk the last few times that they didn’t even remember how they got there. So we tried to back step and trace their routes once again…and we walked and walked and walked…around the same block, passed the same Christmas tree 7 times I recall. Disappoint number one!

Finally, we found it!!!!!! There was no entry fee, except you had to buy a beer to get in and it was about 5 bucks only. It was packed and the club was bumping.. there was a good mix of techno and RnB and even korean pop…beer after beer kept being handed to me and we danced the night off. One thing which did disappoint me was, everywhere I looked, guys were short, skinny, looked gay, wore geek glasses and beanies AND a scarfe in a club or wore spandex pants or ALL OF THE ABOVE. Whoever said korean guys were hot was LYING. dDisappointment number two!

Then we decided to go find something to eat and even in my drunken state, I knew this was something spectacular. We ate pizza slices served in a cup. Yep, you read it right the first time. In a paper cup. The pizza slice was jammed in there with the pointy end sticking out of the cup. WOW. This was the craziest slice of pizza I ever seen. And it was soo clever you’d wonder why no-one’s ever done that! Eat pizza without touching it with your dirty hands!! AHH…..MAzing….. So this sorta erased the disappointments encountered previously..

After we were all feeling satisfied with some warm food in our tummys and our eyes wide open again from the little discovery, we head back to more dancing and drinking.

Things quicky fell wayside when some big korean guys all tatted up tried to start a fight with the guys. I wasn’t sure what really happened to ignite it, but the flames sure went up quick. Next thing I know, one of the korean guys threw a bottle at us and that really got our boys angry. Shirts were being flung onto the floor and tattoos were being shown and mucles flexed, with a glint in their eyes as they stared at the korean guys cold and mean. I’m glad Michael was still coolheaded about everything and held Hoyoun back. This other korean guy kept apologizing too and somehow we managed to drag the guys out of the place. Then I hear the sound of breaking glass as Hoyoun slams his fist into a table full of empty beer bottles and then Tommy also swipes about 20 bottles onto the floor. Maybe that wasn’t even enough to let off steam because Hoyoun then proceeds to punch a hole into the wall. Amidst all these things happening so quickly, Audrey whispers in my ear that she wants to take a photo of the hole. HAHA!

Disappointment number was NOT the fact that we almost got into a fight. No, I would’ve gladly punched him out myself, that ugly fat bastard, BUT the fact that korean people are so racist. That was the last straw. Ever since I got here, I’ve encountered a number of racist incidents but this was by far the worst. Just because we were foreigners, the bouncers did not even try to break things up. Because we were foreigners, the lady at the door tells us that every Korean would’ve jumped us if things got bad. Because we were foreigners, we got shit thrown at us from random onlookers. That was probably the first time in Korea where I really hated Korean people. For their lack of common courtesy. For their unreasonably patriotic ways. For their distortioned sense of pride. For thinking that Korea’s number one. Fuck them all. And the fact that they think Korea’s so much better than China when Korea looks even uglier than China. And their currency is so cheap. 

Another major major disappointment is the fact that we have to work on Saturday next week because the school will be closed for Chinese New Year. Not just that, I actually dont mind working so much, but the fact that they didn’t even have the curtest to TELL US. They sent out letters to the students and it was the students who told me of the situation and yet, NOBODY decides to tell us stupid foreigners what the hell is going on.

So yes, as of now, I am quite disappointed with Korea. I thought Korea was a well-developed country with advanced technology and people with common social courtesy….but I guess now I’d rethink that.