Oh.. such a bad blogger and so much has gone on...
two nights ago I wandered into the local and ordered a beer. My friend, an army nurse/administrator was sitting there. He's a crew-cut and fit dude of roughly my age.. to the right of him were a group of younger men with the same look but a bit younger, some of them nearly out of swaddling clothes.
There was no room at the bar as they were drinking car-bombs, Jaeger-bombs, and beer. Much macho banter (which should be the name of a drink) filled the air. As the conversation at the bar continued these guys rotated in and out of the seats.
Until the point that the crippled one tried to get on a chair.
He was lanky and red-headed and had some kind of disease that hampered his ability to get up onto a bar stool. The bar stools at the local are particulary tall - the wife has to acquire the services of a sherpa to ... well enjoy sex... but also to get up on the bar stools.
I think I've said "stools" too many times?
But this dude had a right arm that was in some kind of curved rictus and I nearly got up to help him onto his barstool.
Which would have been wasted effort because the crippled lad bolted from the bar.. barely escaping the open glass doors to the right, to vomit profusely ... partly onto the shoes of his buddy
To the left of me one of this buddies said, "he shouldn't have had those two ambien."
Outside, the red-head vomited again.
His leaving had given me a chance to sneak up to the bar, rather quickish.
I asked my friend if these were his buddies, and he said, "no, but I know them."
Turns out they were the bomb squad (Hurt Locker, for you LA fucks)
For the rest of the evening (to be related next post) they played that macho game of dismissal/love/homoeroticism (in a thoroughly non-gay way)/brawl that all us boys love to play...
Ah.. yeah.. the wife and I also went to Hwaesong... google it.. or I may post...
It's totally cool..
the walls of a fortress include the cool full fortress part and a killer park. Then they lace through the community as well..
Come on over to Korea.... Yvonne and I will show you around!
all the wires are black! and tangled.