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Monday:
Tonight I went over to Garan and Gordon's to hang out.
Looks like we may have Gordon convinced about the
room! But I'm going to give him a couple days to make
sure he's sure about it. That said, Garan and I are
getting pretty excited about the prospect of being
roommates-- we'd be writing music all the time, the
apartment is around the corner from the studio we
practise at, and only 10 minutes walking to the dance
studio, I'll be way closer to most of my friends, and
it will be significantly cheaper when I'm taking a
taxi home at night. It's a little bit farther from
work, but not by that much. In fact, tonight, I even
crashed and tried out my new bed!
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Thursday:
So Garan, Gordon and I were joking about going to this
Valentine's Day singles party at Bricx, totally as a
joke (well, at least for Garan and I)-- you get a
number at the door and then you have to find the
person with the corresponding number. However, I was
in kind of an irritable mood, and not really feeling
like dealing with stupid and lonely people, so we
decided to hang out at the apartment instead. And
then I realized, after Garan pointed it out, why
Gordon is willing to give me the room-- he has a crush
on me. Damn it! I'm going to wait a couple days and
see what happens, but this could definitely put the
roommate-ness in peril.
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Saturday:
BJORK!!!!!!!!! I've been dying to see Bjork live
forever and a day, and finally she's here in Korea!
The concert was at Olympic Park, and since the best
tickets were "standing tickets", Garan and I headed
out insanely early to ensure we'd get prime standing
positions. Turned out that it didn't really matter
anyway-- we had to enter according to the order in
which the tickets were purchased-- totally lame and
kind of nosensical. While we were waiting, this guy
Oscar from Boston was chatting up a storm with us--
dude wouldn't stop talking! Garan very stupidly gave
Oscar his phone number, which was a mistake, as I will
demonstrate later . . .
So we didn't make out too badly for standing positions
after all; we got relatively close to the stage, and
some of our friends joined us a little bit later--
Mark Baker, Mark Proulx and Ramdini (Trevor's
ex-girlfriend, who I hadn't seen since they broke up,
so I was happy to spend time with her!) Problem is,
I'm kind of short, and Ramdini is even shorter. We
had an okay vantage point at first, but while I had my
back turned for a second, these 3 very tall and vey
rude French girls pushed in front of us, and next
thing I knew we couldn't see a damn thing! (This was
all before the concert had even started) Finally
Garan tapped them on the shoulder and said "Look, my
friends are little and you're totally blocking their
view" and fortunately they let us back in front.
The concert was AMAZING! Bjork had a brass band, a
harpsichord and this really cool electronic program
thing that you could see on big screens. She has
incredible energy, and a lot of theatrical flair, and
amazing presence/connection with her audience. But
even more than that, she's a formidable musician-- her
technique is bang-on and her sense of orchestration is
genius. I actually cried at several points during the
concert (when I wasn't being pushed by other over
eager concert-goers, or trying to find a way to see
over tall people's heads) SO GOOD!!!!!
After the concert, it took about 45 minutes to get all
my friends together-- I was trying to meet up with my
friend Nicole who was up from Busan, and about 15 more
of her friends (Interesting little fact I learned
tonight-- apparently one of the girls who was up last
year on the night that I broke my foot, was introduced
to her now-husband by me on that night!) And this was
pretty funny (and sad): Oscar called Garan the second
the concert let out, wanting to meet up with us, and
saying that he had lost his friends! (Actually I
suspect that he didn't actually have any friends, and
he just said that so he wouldn't seem so lonely and
desperate) So next thing I knew, Oscar was tagging
along with us and talking up a storm. It took quite
awhile to figure out where everyone was going, and we
ended up splitting up-- Baker and Proulx to Gangnam,
Ramdini and her friend Matthew to the hotel, and
Garan, Nicole and Busan crowd (and Oscar) to Itaewon
for dinner at an Indian restaurant. After a delicious
dinner, we headed to Bar Nana, where Ramdini and
Matthew joined us. Matthew is an engineer from France
who gets to travel a lot with his job. There were
some foreigners at Nana who were dancing ridiculously
badly and thinking that they looked cool, and Matthew
stood up and started dancing like a jackass in the
most hilarious and utterly satirical way EVER! Comedy
gold!
Much later, Ramdini, Matthew and I headed over to
Bungalow, where we ran into the dance studio crew.
Sadly, it turns out that my friend Chris (who is an
excellent dancer) has to go home in a couple of
days--his grandfather is really sick, so Chris needs
to go home to help his father run the farm. It's sad
to lose a new friend, and a great dancer.
Still riding on the glow of the amazing concert, we
stayed out and had fun til 6am!
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