10 out of 10

Mary Roach. You have officially been bested.

Although your heart-wrenching rendition of Carol King's "I Feel the Earth Move" earned you a self-professed 8 out of 10 and the undying admiration of a handful of college students, the events from the previous night have out done your vocal eccentricities and forced hand motions. And if you can believe it, even your zipper-laden white pants.

Hoyah and co. made its trek out to Hongdae for the once-a-month "Club Night." As trashy and juvenile as that sounds, somehow everything is better when it involves an arm bracelet worthy of Six Flags and a free drink--all for approximately $15! The festivites began well before the taxi ride to Hongdae with gallons of soju from a watermelon. Cheers to Hae Jin on another year alive on this wonderful planet and to plans for greatness in the world of dentistry. A twenty minute cab ride later, we find ourselves at our first club, NB. I have no idea what that stands for nor do I have any idea how the letters "NB" relate to any type of dancing, hip-hop, or any good times in general. All I can say is that although the club was packed and the people weren't really dancing (rather just swaying from side to side to the beat of the music), a passable dance remix of "Best of My Love" by the Emotions immediately set the tone for what would be the best night out that 15 dollars could buy.

But how could a minute's worth of the Emotions trump the infamous hands-to-the-hip done so elegantly by Ms. Roach, you ask? The fun certainly did not end there. We stumbled into a random bar/club that played Chumbawumba, "Come on Eileen," and MMMBop. MMMBop! I would ask the rhetorical question, "Did somebody get the memo to play ultimate DP music?" but this time I am absolutely positive that there was no memo to be sent! It's as if this cheap adhesive bracelet that I paid $15 dollars for knew that I needed this music. Music that you could only shamelessly dance to drunk or alone in your bedroom. There will be many more fun times to be had at this joint. An 11 out of 10, perhaps? I don't even know if I can go there.

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In other news, I witnessed my first Korean verbal cat-fight. On one side: woman with absurdly abrasive voice who had decided to park her car on my grandmother's lot. The other side: my grandmother. All I can say is that it...was...amazing. Screw MLK's "I have a dream" or JFKs...um...whatever it was called. Students should be required to study the rhetoric of cat-fights. Prospective thesis project anyone?