Yesterday I discovered that I do in fact have a hole in my head.  Three of them in the form of cavities.  Well, two now because one was filled yesterday, the remainder are scheduled for elimination next week.  Went to a new dentist on the recommendation of a friend and was not unsatisfied with her performance.  She’s U.S. trained and licensed and does speak English which is helpful.

OK, well here’s the thing.  She looks like a woman but talks like a man.  I picked up a transgender vibe, but I honestly don’t care one way or the other.  All I know for certain is she will be drilling me in my mouth come Wednesday and I’m okay with that.

After my appointment, Jee Yeun and I walked from Ichon station into Itaewon which was a pleasant enough hike.  I wanted to drop into Bull and Barrel to talk to the owner about some darting ideas I’ve been stewing on.  Alas, it was 5:00 p.m. and they were not as yet open for business.  Then went to the other side of the dong *ahem* to check out a new darts place called Ghost Bar that had opened after I left last year.  Sadly, it seems to have given up the ghost permanently as it was closed up tighter than a coffin.  So we meandered over to the Scrooge Pub which during my absence moved from the Hamilton Hotel alley to a new location on the main drag (coincidentally right next door to my regular haunt Dolce Vita).  It was wing night at Scrooge so we had a plate of 10 for W5000.  I ran into a guy I met the other day at Dillinger’s and we had us a round of dart games.

Then we moved next door to Dolce Vita where I hoped to do a little catching up with the owner but he never showed.  So, I practiced my darts for an hour or so and called it a night.  Well, almost a night.  On the walk back to the subway station we stopped to pick up some street food:  dakkochi, or as I call it, chicken on a stick.  Which is after all what it is.  Yum!

And that filled the hole in my belly quite nicely.