Night on the Town
It seems an unspoken maxim that you haven't really partied in Seoul unless you've partied until the subways start running again in the morning. See the thing is, most of the residential areas are a very expensive cab ride away from the clubbing districts, so on a night out one must choose between taking the late train around 11:30, emptying every pocket for a cab, or taking the morning train at 6AM. And the choice really is a difficult one, because unlike in Canada, Korea has no (enforced) laws regarding liquor service and venue closure limitations. Popular joints just stay open until the sun breaks and people clear out on their own.
Anyway, I figured I should have at it at least once. And it was an alright time. Apparently I'm a good dancer (that's an opinion from two real no-foolin' females, though one of them might have been saying "I like your red vest" instead of "I like your dancing"), and our social gang got up the pace at a club for a solid 6 hours after shots at a dingy basement bar had grown boring. Sitting on the 6am subway semi-conscious next to other burned-out partiers and early shift employees of various sorts felt a little like a rite of passage. It's one of those things where the satisfaction of being able to say you've done it is better than the actual memory.
But at the club, I just can't "lose myself" the way all the dance mix songs tell me I'm supposed to. That blasted inner monologue just never stops. But it's still ok to dance around, especially since I have a girlfriend, which releases me (at least partially) from the urge to partake in the fiercely competitive mating game on the dance floor.
And that's probably the other reason I'm not normally one for the clubs. I never meet women there, and I'd probably stink at it if I tried. When it comes to meeting women, conversation is my strong suit... flirtation, word play, saying interesting things, that kind of stuff'; Put me on a music-blasted battlefield where the weapons are immaculate personal grooming and toned muscles, and I pretty much don't stand a chance.
Anyway, I figured I should have at it at least once. And it was an alright time. Apparently I'm a good dancer (that's an opinion from two real no-foolin' females, though one of them might have been saying "I like your red vest" instead of "I like your dancing"), and our social gang got up the pace at a club for a solid 6 hours after shots at a dingy basement bar had grown boring. Sitting on the 6am subway semi-conscious next to other burned-out partiers and early shift employees of various sorts felt a little like a rite of passage. It's one of those things where the satisfaction of being able to say you've done it is better than the actual memory.
But at the club, I just can't "lose myself" the way all the dance mix songs tell me I'm supposed to. That blasted inner monologue just never stops. But it's still ok to dance around, especially since I have a girlfriend, which releases me (at least partially) from the urge to partake in the fiercely competitive mating game on the dance floor.
And that's probably the other reason I'm not normally one for the clubs. I never meet women there, and I'd probably stink at it if I tried. When it comes to meeting women, conversation is my strong suit... flirtation, word play, saying interesting things, that kind of stuff'; Put me on a music-blasted battlefield where the weapons are immaculate personal grooming and toned muscles, and I pretty much don't stand a chance.
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