Well, yes! Five ladies with fire in their hearts got together after approximately a year of separation . We met as colleagues then, but the passage of time allowed us last night to let our hairs down and completely be comfortable with each other. To our amusement, we discovered one of our mutual bosses was truly a womanizer who tried smooches to more than three of us then but not so successful. We cracked out laughters for a while when one of us said she actually pinched his arse so hard until he outcried for pain. Gosh, for a moment, I was wondering how he would react if he were there listening all that.
Three of us spending most of the past one year in Seoul, one in Singapore, and the last in Ohio, we all were in slightly different walks of lives, yet there were still stuffs that we could relish mutually. The one visited from Singapore, where she is doing her PhD in public administration, before she hops off to Brussel for her internship in an energy chart organization under the European Union was constantly mourning about wrinkles on her forehead and was paranoid of this hollucination that she has been losing loads of hairs everyday from ridiculous amount of reading. Funny, i thought but completly understandable. After her brief affair with another coworker at work two years ago, now she's got a new cute aussie beau named James who had worked at the World Bank for some years before taking some time at the program she's in. she overall seemed quite happy and proud of what she's been doing.
Another lady just, who came back from Ohio after visiting her sister and brother-in-law who study there, looked ever more voluptuous and femine. Seriously, she could've had a better career in film industry with that body! Taking some time off from work and her seemingly not so pleasantly ended love, she came back with regained strength and zeal for a new start. Yet, she opted out for the night club, which i only later regretted not to join her.
Last but not least, a very deer friend of mine showed up with her usual combat-styled work wears of sneakers and pants along with her pink Channel jacket. Although her prestigious title at a regional branch of the UNESCAP, because of recent undergoing troubles with her boss at work, she now is considering to leave the work. Though complaining her near fiance departing for Australia this afternoon for a business trip without taking her, she also seemed enjoying her being herself again. Sometime, I do wonder why I talk to this woman so often and become so honest with her in almost all matters. Despite some characters in her that I would never act concurred upon, she is exceptional in ways of her bluntness and vigor on almost all subjects in life, which have facinated me for last two good years.
Anyways, after being mellowed with some good glasses of wine, we decided to extend our night excursion a bit further and hit the floor at a night club in Chongdam-dong, the fancy district for yuppies in town. Well, .. Although I have never experienced "night club" here, somehow I presumed it wouldn't be much different from one of those regular clubs. So we got a cab and proudly stepped out of it at entrance of the club. There were two bouncers at the door, looking very unprofessional and having boring looks on their faces. They bluntly asked if we were interested in "yangju (imported liquors)" seat. "Huh? What on earth this guy is talking about?," I murmured. Then, to our surprise, the youngest, shiest, and most moderate looking with very well-mannered one among us stood up and led our ways into the hall in the club passing smoothly through two dumb-looking bouncers. I asked later about the definition of this "yangju" seats to her. She, ever looking confident than before, explained that they are seats located in the private rooms surrounding the dancing hall, of which door is see-through so that people therein can watch the dancing floor and enables to pick ladies of their tastes. Yes, this kind place indeed exists in the land of morning calm, of which its supposedly most valued virtues include the modesty. Well, as soon as I heard of what she told me, I felt like being a piece of meat on a shelf. Without even realizing what had been going on for the first few minutes, my friends were "sold" one by one, and last two of us being rather still in shock decided to act as if we're in love.. Great!
Music was too loud so we could barely hear each other. Had a couple of sips before hurriedly moved ourselves from the panic hole. No drama took place that night, only memories and slight hangover in the morning.
