Friday Night Was Interesting....at best

I got a call after work from Christina; her, Abby and Kaleigh were hanging out at the Frypan, which by the way, has the best fried chicken I've ever tasted anywhere. So, feeling good after my classes, I walked across the street and hung out for a few minutes. After we left the plan was to grab a few drinks at the Ministop underneath my building. We ran into Karill, and my company changed. Christina and Abby went home to Haeundae via the subway, and Kaleigh went to bed. So Karill and I had a couple drinks at the ministop before proceeding to explore the town. For a Friday night it was rather quiet for being 2300. We tried a Hof, which is supposed to be like a pub, but the one we went into was somewhere inbetween a pub and a dance club, but without all the people; their seats were comfortable though. Then I remembered the place I went on Halloween, called the WA Bar. By sheer force of will I led us across town, and somehow we found the place; about half way there I got lost and just started wandering; when i wander I make random turns with only a basic direction in mind. But we did find it.

They have two large bars whose middles have been transformed to a serve yourself beer cooler. We took a seat, and around us were several Korean guys playing darts. Two of them were old business guys, three of them were younger, around our age; all of them were drunk. This is when things started to get a bit weird. One of the old business guys, the tallish, lanky one came over to Karill and tried to start an English conversation with him. At first I thought the guy was just trying to improve his English, he did say that he had to learn it for his job, but after awhile I got the impression he was trying to hit on Karill and take him back to his place. I quickly became very glad that I had chosen the seat I was in. Then the other old guy came over to me, and I was thinking, goddamnit; he was portly and shitfaced. He asked me, albeit in a very convoluted way, if I wanted to play darts. Playing darts was far superior to being hit on by a creepy old guy.

I played two games, winning them both, and I'm pretty sure I won the guy 20,000 Won because the other team put money on the table, and I was bought a mug of beer. Then, I too had an odd conversation with the creepy old guy that was hitting on Karill, there was awkward touching and he kept asking weird questions. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, thankfully he didn't follow me. When I returned I took a different seat and started talking to the other Koreans. The younger guys were pretty cool, they spoke much better English and even told us about a Western bar called "The Ghetto," they said it was a safe place to go.

I don't have a strong read yet on what kind of touching is considered polite or friendly, but what was going on in that bar seemed to cross even the thickest of lines. Karill is convinced that they were all gay, I honestly have no idea. Karill was also bought a free beer, he said he felt no shame drinking from a tainted glass, and that if being hit on by a couple of old, gay, Korean men led to him getting free drinks, then it almost justified their actions. I would disagree, but we did both earn free drinks from a couple of eccentric Korean men that night. What can't be justified is that the creepy old guy tried to follow us home. He walked with us for about a block, his arm slung over Karill's shoulder and his hand trying to touch me. I was expecting Karill to punch the guy; Karill is not what you would call a large individual, but I was really expecting something to happen. I just kept my distance. Eventually the guy let go, and we crossed the street without him following.

I'm not sure if I would call it a good night, but it was definitely interesting, plus now I have a bunch of material on Karill that should come in handy in the future of ragging on him. Not to mention they all said he looked like Orlando Bloom, which really pissed him off.