Sang Sang Madang and Evelyn's Birthday
So in the leadup to the chingoos leaving, this was definitely one of the more fun nights. It started chillin at the 상상마당, or Sang Sang Madang. It was really good to have this time to just this time to meld with ppl and act fucking stupid.
The Sang Sang Madang is essentially a ridiculous building, paid for by KT&G, which I assume is Korean Tobacco and Guns, they probably operate puppy-killing factories too. This place contains everything from a gallery, to a cafe to a concert venue (where Seth's "elevator friend" informed him of a hardcore show going on that night). Plus there's like a fucking rotating wall-door and cylindrical toilet stalls.
Attempts to study korean prove futile and the incredibly cute anime-eyed waitress definitely proved distracting... i blame her for my less-than-mediocre test results.
Seth's across the street at Dr. Fish for like 8 hours.
How come every time Nina takes a picture she looks so fucking sassy?!
Gelly looks bummed.
Next stop was Ska 2, which played everything but ska music. Pretty much it was its free-ness and absence of having-to-payness that drew us.
Such a random place, which fittingly was followed by a reunion with...wait for it..
NICE VJ LADY! Nice VJ lady, which you will remember back from my first post (spektra) was there with her whole entourage. I should correct my earlier post, she's not British, but has seamlessly adopted the lude hand gestures.
Finally, we made our way from the basement to the sub-basement for an extended dance sesh. Sooo fucking tired, somehow Evelyn is still alive.
