Thin Cigs or The Night Jon Dressed Up

Please please please please come back :(

Aftermath.

No, not a swastika. Don't think there are too many Nazis in South Korea. Symbol for a Buddhist temple.


The People's Champ.

Gecko's + Bedlam

Saturday made for one of the strangest nights in a while. Gay bar fight and a mugging. Things got weird.

Cyclops

Pirates of the Han River

We ventured on a "Han River Cruise" on Saturday. I think we were anticipating something a bit more exciting but hey, I guess we shouldn't have expected much more to look at than apartment buildings and bridges. But we DID get to go on a Pirates of the Caribbean boat...ha.



So many hilarious things I could say about this. Guess I'll have to keep it PG and not aRRRRRRRR.

Seanalicious came to haang.

So Futuristic.... (뚝섬유원지역 aka Ttukseom Resort)

At Ttukseom Resort stop (on the Han River) they are building some crazy alien spaceship train tunnel. That's not the technical term (I don't think) but it sure had me singing F>I>G>U>R>I>N>E.

할로윈 (Halloween)

My favorite day of the year. I found $80 on the ground of a club. I had a net of +$5 on the night but that's because I am a very generous drunk :)


Robert Downey Jr. incarnate.

I was Skeleton Boy (inspired by this Friendly Fires video). Needless to say, I got some funny stares in the subway.

Uncle Tom's Cabin or something....We were the only ones there at first...

Shark's got my conjoined twin fetus!

so Downey.

...and then it got crowded.


I made him come and he had so much fun (I think).

Jane's Groove.

My Frenchman, Antoine.

I was totally photo-stalking this guy. Couldn't just go and talk to him. That's not creepy or anything...

I met this guy a month ago at Culture Exchange and can't for the life of me remember his name.

My good fortune landed us at a bomb hof.

여의도 (Yeouido Park) and 이태원동 (Itaewon)

My Korean friend Judy planned a picnic at Han River Park (part of Yeouido park) this Saturday. The turnout was much larger than expected (due mostly in part that I invited 10 people, expecting one or two, not all ten to show up :).  We flew kites, ate fried chicken and played Catch Phrase for two hours after dark with a few frustrated Koreans and one possibly brain-damaged guy from Minneapolis.


Marina.

Cass. The Miller Lite of Korea.


Sophia, Marina and Franklin.
After leaving the park for Itaewon and a terrible experience at a "Mexican" restaurant (I've said it once, I'll say it again, New Yorkers can't make Mexican food), Jon and I went to get double espressos to try and facilitate a second wind. We took our coffees back to the bar where everyone was but the doormen wouldn't let us in with outside drinks. A sign for an 80s bar "Footloose" upstairs intrigued us so we nonchalantly waltzed in and snooped around. We were amazed with how intimate, ornate and empty the place was - albeit ignorant of the strange looks we were receiving from the bartenders.

When Jon started giggling and gyrating near a gold pole in the middle of a bar, a tiny Korean woman in 4-inch stilettos approached him and the following conversation ensued.
Woman: "Excuse me....[pointing at me] she cannot be here."
Jon: "Why?"
Woman: "No women allowed here."
Jon: "What? Why not?"
Woman: [quietly] "We are working women here."
Jon: "Ohhhhhh. I see." [Commence non-stop laughter.]


Needless to say we bolted. Some pretty hilarious stuff happens when you can't read/speak a language.

Jon. Mastering the Canadian hipster hobo look.

A Hard Day's Night.

Franklin, Kristine, Jon, Jasmine and Tina

Muido Island

damn Koreans and their 2% body fat.


Ronald Fairmont