What started out as a night destined for fun and excitement ended in chaos and tragedy, and not to mention a little romance. Our fabulous trio of Stacey, Lucy and I had decided weeks ago that Lucy and I were in serious need of drastic hair makeovers. So yesterday our stylist Stacey got to work and made our hair dreams come true. The end result: Lucy looks hot in all her shocking blondeness/ redness. I on the other hand, look like a trailer park bytch with my bleached blonde hair and red bangs. Don’t get me wrong Stylist Stacey did an amazing job on both our coiffs. I’m just not used to the color yet.
After the completion of our makeovers, we headed to Crossroads. The place was pretty busy but filled with many new foreigners, or at least ones we didn’t recognize. One highlight was being serenaded by some Korean man. First he sang O Canada and after we claimed to be Americans, he sang the Star-Spangled Banner. Little did we know this small act of gallantry would set in motion a set of events that would change the course of our lives forever (okay maybe just for the rest of the night).
After the impromptu concert, Lucy was approached by one brave soul who thought she was the moon and the stars. From there the night began to get out of hand. Now that we were a foursome we decided to check out the Basement and Soultrane. Soultrane was happening so we stayed there. It wasn’t long before both Lucy and Stacey were hammered. Stacey and I danced quite a bit with several nameless souls.
At some point we decided it was time to go home. Lucy needed more time with her little friend so she agreed to meet us in 10 minutes at Stacey’s place. Stacey and I decided to get something to eat. After eating we felt we should go back and check on Lucy at Soultrane. However, she wasn’t there. So I ran up the stairs to leave and suddenly I heard a loud thump, like a gorilla falling in the night, but oh no that was no gorrila. It was Stacey. She tripped going up the stairs and injured her right arm.
Lucy came out of nowhere or was it a dark alley? And we decided Stacey needed immediate medical attention. We jumped into a cab and sped off to the nearest hospital. Picture three half drunk foreigners looking like hell and half asleep assaulting the quiet and seriousness of a Korean emergency room. We were not what these night workers wanted to see at 5:30 in the morning. After a few amusing anecdotes, we finally left the hospital with Stacey in a makeshift splint. We didn’t think her fingers, arm, wrist were broken, since we’re all licensed doctors, only that she badly sprained them. The hospital fees were absolutely ridiculous so Stacey convinced the doctor to just put a splint on her arm for free.
Moral of the story: Don’t encourage anyone to sing National Anthems at any place that serves alcohol, in particular bars in South Korea.
