Just Another Night

My friend Danielle and I wanted to celebrate the end of our first semester teaching so we decided to invite pals to our hood for noraebang last night. I thought it would be a pretty low key night. Maybe some Sinead, maybe some Salt N' Pepa. I taught eight classes yesterday and was feeling pretty spanked. The noraebang place ended up being the snazziest yet. We had about 15 waegooks (foreigners) in tow. I brought my water gun and filled it up with Soju and apple drink. I did target practice in people's mouths most of the night. I also sported a horse head mask for a while cause I am that classy. There was no beer. Just Soju so we were all in a state after our two hours of glorious singing. We headed to a hof where I ended up getting in a fight over people using the word "gay". After fighting for gay rights I was quite pissy. So I decided to text. Not a good idea. The texts included "I hate people", "blah", "sick. I am hateful" and "I hate you". We headed home after the hof. Danielle and I shared a cab with a couple of friends from the neighborhood. I tried to get out of the car at a stop light and our taxi driver got really mad at me. We got out two blocks too soon. I had to stop and "take a rest" as they say in Korea. I sat down on a rolling chair that someone was going to throw out and proceeded to wheel down the rest of the way home stopping occasionally for some Korean chat with old men. One of the guys we were with pushed me and I hit the curb flying face first into the street. I yelled at the guy and he called me a feminist. Of course this all seems funny now but l was in a mood. Still pissy from the fight and mad at being called a feminist, I started fighting the chair. I started kicking it and throwing it against the wall. I cursed that chair. Then I took the chair home. Not through with the night, I got on facebook (always a bad idea when you are inebriated) and changed my status to "Marseille needs you to slap your armpit". Just another night here in Seoul, Korea.