Another one of those days where it payed to ignore that voice in my head that says 'go back to the apaartment'. After saying goodbye to my friend Sumin (who I seriously expect will succeed in her goal of becoming a television journalist), I found myself wandering around, planless, in the most popular party area.
As usually happens after I part ways with friends and my system is tainted with alcohol, I got a little mopey.
But, there was a nice place to sit on a wooden plank in a high traffic area, and I listened to depressing classical music and watched people walk by. This instead of going home. Or before going home.

Anyways, not twenty minutes went by before a nice couple sat nearby and struck up a conversation. Turns out they were swingers! And I jumped in a taxi with them, for destination unknown!

...okay, they actually were swing-dancers, and the destination was a cosy bar/cafe called 'Aquarium' that was throwing a party. There, a korean rapper made some awesome performances, sitting on stage next to his beatboxist. He rhymed a lot of things about me that I did not understand. And then he asked me questions during his song, etc. Embarrassing fun.

Ah the dubious comfort and semi-acceptance of embarrassing spectacle. I wish I could get doses of this at home.

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oh, and tomorrow: google puzzle championship! wpc.puzzles.com! I might be puzzling at 2am in the morning!