Thanks to our friends Michael at the Seoul Tourism Office and Don from Urban Events we attended Absolut at Hive in Itaewon for a PR magazine event.  All your favorites (Yuyu, Derek, and Bryan) were there and more importantly so was an open bar.  A good time and numerous cocktails were had by all.

Open barrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  In our defense they were closing the open bar and we had to make it count. 

And a few pics more beyond…

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It was Rob’s last night in town so we headed out to our favorite hof to say goodbye to soju with some of our good friends: Yuyu, Shinhye (pictured above), Katia and of course Kevin.  All in all I think we did a pretty good job of wish soju a fond farewell.

The fun continues…

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The Seoul World DJ Festival was a lot of fun.  Not exactly what we expected, but a lot of fun.  We had a pretty outrageous time and made a lot of new friends.  Many more pictures as we slowly offload cameras.  Media follows.

Main Stage. Frist Night.

We hung out on the grass while people showed up to the festival.  It was a great day for being outside.  As night fell the party got started…

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WTF

Friday and Saturday night were the two most surreal of my time on the road. Not only did we wind up at Club Eden, but it came at the tail end of two other clubs — Answer and Monkey Shine– a bar in Sadang, karaoke (a.k.a. noraebang), and dinner and drinks with the most incestuous office on the planet.

At one point, I was the only person in the room aside from my boss who had not slept with anyone else, and even he had been groping the girls all night. But we’ll save sexism in the workplace for 60 Minutes (or another post), and I’ll just tell you how Saturday evolved from a simple trip to buy a t-shirt at the Myeong-dong pedestrian mall into clubbing with Japanese tourists, shouting at strangers with a man in a giant cat-suit, and drinking beers with a dozen Australian showgirls. Read more, I know you want to.

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Dear Seoul,

When we needed you, you let us down. You have a billion stuffy little cafes and a lot of characterless nothing. Brian and I walked through Hongdae for hours looking for anything fun, and all we found were empty bars and a ton of couples wearing the same clothes.

You’re a couple. Great, I got that when you were holding hands together, but in case I missed it, you decided to wear the same gray hoodie, the same striped shirt underneath and the same brand of jeans. You and xenophobic friends can go to hell.

Unless you’re drinking soju, in which case, talking to me is such a hilarious prospect that it’s actually the penalty for losing a drinking game. Then, I welcome your racism and condescension, because it breaks up the lonely and excluded monotony of my day.

Fuck you, Seoul. Get a better Wednesday.

Love,

Rob

I’m going to share some hard-learned advice: don’t go to the foreigner areas. All it takes is five minutes dancing on a table with a girl before she pushes you off onto the floor and you learn from a passing stranger that she has a venereal disease.

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