I love malling

I love bad engrish in public places. (sign outside a mall in Yongsan)

The past few days have been tiring. Oh so tiring.

We've been out to a few nightclubs in hongdae and itaewon.

Quick backstory: While at the immigration office getting our alien registration cards, a random white male, let's call him *Kevin,* turns around and starts talking to us. He then invites us to his housewarming party near itaewon. Of course we decide to go.
He meets us at a random bridge, leads us down a dark alley, and then traps us in his room (jokingly, of course?) There are virtually no other girls in the apartment and we feel like high schoolers crashing a college party so we leave immediately (after taking the last bottle of soju with us). fail.

We then head to a club in Itaewon which Jenn found online. MAD SKETCHY.
I felt like I was at Club Purgatory in downtown Dallas on "college night." Think ghetto fabulous meets korean prostitute meets ajashi predator. yeah....

But last night we went to Dongdaemun, which is a huge shopping district with a bunch of malls that are several stories high and open until like 4am. If we weren't so dead tired (as usual) it would have been much more productive I'm sure. As it was, we bought like 1 thing each and ate some street food (which Amy tactfully dropped on a watch stand).

Goal: learn to haggle. and win!

Today we went to Yongsan, which is like Dongdaemun except for electronics. Like 8 stories of different electronics. Techies dream.

But at least Joyce and I finally got Korean phones!
So now when we got lost late at night in the streets of Seoul we won't die. Hopefully.

Coming Soon: A list of things we want to do and see in Seoul. And possibly recipes that we will be trying out (in our sweet kitchen!)