Posts Tagged ‘dancing’

A co-worker at my job passed his CCNA to celebrate, we went out to the Cosmopolitan Hotel and eventually the strange and fun club that is Rose Rabbit Lie.

My evening started with my first video poker experience at the Cosmopolitan Casino bar. For those of you who don’t know what video poker is, it is kind of like an arcade game. For those of who don’t know what an arcade is, google it or watch TRON. The game is simple: you slip in a twenty dollar bill to the arcade game console, and then an intense graphical display worthy of Windows 95 pops up. Cards come up with numbers on them, and then you press buttons. These cards are important because you get more credits, or less credits, based on nothing other than probability. The people I was with were visibly excited about the cards. This was the game I played -not exactly something to go to Blizzcon for. I will never fully understand gambling, but I do understand getting a thirteen dollar drink for the price of money lost to video poker.

After our first round of drinks, we headed down the doors of Rose Rabbit Lie. Naturally, we went there because we had a hook up. Too bad our hook up was not there. Neither did our hook up leave a note. We all looked to the member of our party who was connected to the hook up, but whose promise was beginning to evaporate like the ice droplets off of our glasses. Thankfully, the door man let us in as he made a few calls.  Lesson learned? It might be possible to social hack one’s way into Rose Rabbit Lie on a Thursday night.

Rose Rabbit Lie itself could best summed up as a mash of up Lewis Carrol, Tim Burton, and your musical theater friends from school.  The performances included a Piff the Magic Dragon, a beat boxer, twin tap dancers, a whimsically creepy maid, and a fit acrobat  dancing inside a suspended, transparent sphere. My favorite part involved the Chihuahua and the cartoon cannon. It was Looney Toons came to life.


Come on, you knew both of them back when you performed “Footloose” for your home town.

The night ended with the dance floor opening up to a rotating (literally) platform of Djs including one dressed as a frog. A couple of the IT guys I was with started dancing. A group of bachlorettes joined the floor. The crowd full of urban professionals moved into the floor, drank a bit, and generally stopped acted their age. For instance, one of the bachlorettes crossed her arms and scowled like a disapproving minister’s wife. Also, the bouncers had to ask people to stop hurling the ping pong balls at each other.


Not to be confused with “splasher” who taught us all not to swim in canals.

It was about this time, that we realized we’d lost our friend who passed his CCNA.  We found him at the bar, mostly drunk, and loudly extolling the comfort of the chair he sat it.

And a comfy chair it was.

The next morning, we all arrived at work as normal. I drank the least and slept the latest. That means I win.


A Midnight Blog

Posted: 30/07/2011 in Uncategorized
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I suddenly realize that it has been nearly two months since I have blogged.

Let that be evidence to how fun Korea has been the last few weeks.  Also, I have a job, a Kindle, and friends.

In one of the books I read recently, I learned that one of the best things to do become more creative is to go and do something that you haven’t done before.  My new thing is apparently going out to clubs.

Throughout my entire time through college, I went to a dance club probably exactly two times.  This is of course does not count swing dancing.  A” club” here is a genuine stereo-type of a club, with a DJ, dance music, drinks and other form of entertainment.  That really wasn’t my scene in undergraduate.  I was more of hipster kind of guy.  I choose wisely to drink expensive coffee while listening to independent folk musicians at downtown coffee shops.

They don’t have folk musicians in Korea.

Instead they have several hip-hop DJs.  One of whom is my co-worker.  With him, many educators and thus role-models of Korean children loaded up on a bus and headed for a beach town five hours away.  There, we weathered monsoon rains in order that we might get into various hip-hop venues and danced the night away.  Before hand, we met with several other people and spent the nights and afternoons in either clubs or bars.  The specifics of the night were such that they won’t be mentioned on the internet.

Personally, I really enjoyed the more raver/trance club that I went to with other teachers.  One of our teachers was leaving and felt that it was finally time to courageously cut loose.  A few of use danced with her on stage in front of the entire crowd.

Yes, one of them was me.

So it is rather late as I write this.  I am not actually sure why, but I have found myself enjoying the club atmosphere and look forward to the next event in Busan.