Nothing much to my Saturday, but I’m okay with that. Filling the hours in a comfortable way suits me just fine, and it makes the occasions where a little more excitement is injected all the more fun. In other words, it’s all good.
Kicked the morning off with a Short Saturday Sweet Slum Street Stroll.
A simple but satisfying Saturday evening in town to round out the day. My first stop was at the salon for a haircut. It always seems to grow back, but I’m not complaining. Coincidentally, whilst scrolling through my archives the other day, I came across a post about my first haircut in Korea. That was quite an experience and a reminder of one more thing I miss about my Korea life.
After the haircut, we visited Jewel Cafe for a light snack (we shared an order of chicken quesadillas). Then we moved on to Green Room for our nightcap. I always enjoy the laid-back ambiance there. I watched a couple of the girls playing some of the worst pool I’ve ever witnessed, but they were so bad it was very entertaining. And then these foreign guys (Chu said they were from Pakistan) took over the table, and I was gobsmacked watching them play what appeared to be a pro-level game. I can’t shoot that well in my dreams!
We bought a large pizza from Sit-n-Bull for the girls, and that put smiles on their faces. Then I gave them something to suck on (I brought along a bag of lollipops). The manager bought me a drink (it was my gin and soda night), and we went home feeling satisfied.
Today’s stroll down memory lane:
And nine years ago, this happened on one of “those” Itaewon nights:
How do you define stupid? How about the guy who walks home on a freezing cold night only to discover he doesn’t have his phone. So he walks back to the bar in the cold only to discover his phone is not in fact where he thought he left it. Walks all the way back to the house and finds the phone smack dab in the middle of the bathroom floor.
I hate being that guy.
Ten years ago, I posted a YouTube video of Korean girls eating American snacks for the first time. So today it will be both a memory and the daily YouTube. You are welcome!
Let’s do some more humor:
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck. It’s worth the effort to click on the link and watch this video about the most versatile word in the English language:
And here I am on the brink of another Sunday evening. I’m a prisoner to my routines, so that means a Hideaway feeding, some time on the water at the Arizona floating bar, then dinner at John’s place. Nope, I ain’t complaining.
The high view
Great view. A postcard shot.
The next ‘hood to serve
That’s a lot of tarp-y roofs. High winds and rain…
This guy is always hanging around here
Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews
Iesus Nazarenus, Rex Iudaeorum (INRI)
I guess view is to die for…
Who needs a “the” when you can speak like Uncle Roger?
the other day, I came across a post about my first haircut in Korea
You had a very different cast of commenters back then.
To the or not to the wasn’t the question. I altered the caption and left something out. Pretty typical for me these days.
Yes, my commenters have come and gone over the years, proving that people can only take so much of what I provide before running away in disgust. I’m glad you’ve chosen to stick it out so long.