I never really knew that she could dance like this/she makes a man wants to speak Spanish

Como se llama
bonita
mi casa
su casa

This past weekend resulted in pictures that are--at least--more flattering than our last couple outings.



My hand is wrapped around the pole and I am making a weird face. Kaila looks completely normal.

Thursday night, we had some beers at Underground, a bar near our living-tel, and then did the requisite weekly noraebang visit(Korean for karoke--literal translation: singing room). We realized, that night, that the scores we received at the end of each song weren't based on our singing abilities--but rather how loud we were. From then on, songs became screaming matches. Cheema(skirt) was the word most often yelled into the mic since Kaila's $70 Abercromie&Fitch jeans skirt had gone missing after laundry.

On Friday night, it was club night in Hongdae--pay one $15 cover and get into 15 or so different clubs. We only ended up only going to 3 or 4--but it was amazing how much English we heard--so many gyopos(Korean-Americans)!. We were low key on Saturday night(except for one who met many hangook namja chingus--Korean boyfriends--on the dance floor), sticking in Sinchon, hanging out at this amazing bar called Fusion(see the pictures), and discovering my new favorite club, Zen(mainly because of its amazing $3 cover). When we arrived around 11:30, the dance floor was completely empty, but it picked up by midnight thanks to us, the American trendsetters who started it off.

Of everything that happened this weekend(including: the hilarious pictures of Jane she will never let anyone see again, my first pole dance--a tame one, the crazy Korean girl grinding up against every white guy she saw in front of Zen, etc), the highlight was definitely when Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" started playing in Club NB Friday night. Kaila and I have been desperately waiting for a Korean club to play it and when it came on, our response was appropriate. They played again at Club Zen Saturday night just as I was coming out of the bathroom and I ran back to our group in insane happiness. Now we're just waiting for the Korea to catch on to the amazingness that is Cascada.

There are about five different faces I have in pictures. This a classic deer-in-headlights and awkward resulting smile. The pole dance picture is a typical, "I know whatever smile I might try to make right now will look like crap, so better to just make a really weird face" face. Notice my friend in the background. Remind you of James Zou, anyone?









Kaila and Jane in the fabulously interior-decorated Fusion bar where we feasted on beer, peach soju, and frriiiiiiiiiied chicken. mmm mmm mmm.













At Seoul bars, they bring out beer in these huge pitchers. But, trust me, we did not drink as much beer as that look likes. First, the this pitcher is elevated on a platform making it look taller. Second, there's an extra plastic cylinder over an inner one that actually has the beer inside. The dry ice making that smoke is pretty exciting though.











The cool panels with water flowing through them on the ceiling of Fusion.











And....one of the slightly odd walls of Fusion.













American trendsetters! Heating up the dance floor at Club Zen...before long Jane would be courted by several Korean men.