5/27
Monday was the day I was going to get BACK IN THE DATING SCENE.
Daniel, the boy from the previous Friday night, had asked to take me out to dinner once more before I left the following Wednesday.
In the morning, I go to the bakery, just as I had promised 명근 (Myeongeun) the previous evening before Lisa and I had left the wine bar.
As I approached the bakery, I had a sense that for some reason it would still be closed, even two hours after the opening hour. My nagging predictions proved true, as the lights were all off and the shades pulled. With a furrowed brow, I turn on my heel and head backwards to Starbucks, sipping on a steamy latte while editing Youtube videos.
An hour and a half later, I try once more, yet it seemed 명근 had overslept and failed to pull himself out of bed to come make my 두유 (dooyoo | soy) latte.
Jerk.
So I return home and work from there, busying myself untillllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
6:30 pm. When I travel 20 minutes by subway to 경복궁 (Gyeongbokgoong) Station, near the one and only 경복궁 palace. Famed to both natives and foreigners alike, the palace has stood since 1395, considered the largest of the Five Grand Palaces of the Joseon Dynasty. The palace has undergone multiple disasters, including fires and wars, but has been since undergoing a constant restoration. With 330 buildings, the palace area spans nearly 410,000 square meters (4,414,000 square feet).
But that's not where we were headed.
I found my ways through the intertwining alleys of the surrounding neighborhood to finally come upon a lantern lit Izakaya just along the main road. Outside a spiffy-suited business man waited outside. This was no doubt my dearest Daniel.
We head inside and are seated as the sole inhabitants of the second story. The interior reflects a historical take on old Japanese culture. We order a variety sashimi dish and fish cake soup. I'm amazed by all the types of seafood we receive. I'm not even able to distinguish each type... and I don't think the Japan-born Daniel is either.
We talk over warm sake and fish as the night passes us by, and before we know it, four hours have passed. And it seemed four hours wasn't enough to call it quits, so we agree to go to one more venue for a glass of wine before ending the night.
He insists on bringing me to one of his favorite spots in Seoul, which of course I can not decline. So before we know it we arrive at the Hyatt Hotel. As we enter the doors, we here jazz music from just inside the lobby. Warm, moody lights brighten a blush red interior. The sound of trickling water falls invites us down the stairs into the basement floor, where a bar restaurant with a stage set for a second live performance, a separate bar that leads into a night club, and an outdoor seating area that casts its shadow onto the hills of Seoul city. We opt for a glass of prosecco each, and talk over the beautiful sight of city lights in the daintily light garden off of the bar. We sit beneath the gazebo, overlooking the views as we're the only ones braving the slight breeze. If I weren't allergic to cheese I'd say the night was almost magical.
He sees me home by taxi, and I wave him off from my apartment door.
I was quite pleased with the outcome of the evening. Thank you, Daniel.
Daniel, the boy from the previous Friday night, had asked to take me out to dinner once more before I left the following Wednesday.
In the morning, I go to the bakery, just as I had promised 명근 (Myeongeun) the previous evening before Lisa and I had left the wine bar.
As I approached the bakery, I had a sense that for some reason it would still be closed, even two hours after the opening hour. My nagging predictions proved true, as the lights were all off and the shades pulled. With a furrowed brow, I turn on my heel and head backwards to Starbucks, sipping on a steamy latte while editing Youtube videos.
An hour and a half later, I try once more, yet it seemed 명근 had overslept and failed to pull himself out of bed to come make my 두유 (dooyoo | soy) latte.
Jerk.
So I return home and work from there, busying myself untillllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
6:30 pm. When I travel 20 minutes by subway to 경복궁 (Gyeongbokgoong) Station, near the one and only 경복궁 palace. Famed to both natives and foreigners alike, the palace has stood since 1395, considered the largest of the Five Grand Palaces of the Joseon Dynasty. The palace has undergone multiple disasters, including fires and wars, but has been since undergoing a constant restoration. With 330 buildings, the palace area spans nearly 410,000 square meters (4,414,000 square feet).
But that's not where we were headed.
I found my ways through the intertwining alleys of the surrounding neighborhood to finally come upon a lantern lit Izakaya just along the main road. Outside a spiffy-suited business man waited outside. This was no doubt my dearest Daniel.
We head inside and are seated as the sole inhabitants of the second story. The interior reflects a historical take on old Japanese culture. We order a variety sashimi dish and fish cake soup. I'm amazed by all the types of seafood we receive. I'm not even able to distinguish each type... and I don't think the Japan-born Daniel is either.
We talk over warm sake and fish as the night passes us by, and before we know it, four hours have passed. And it seemed four hours wasn't enough to call it quits, so we agree to go to one more venue for a glass of wine before ending the night.
He insists on bringing me to one of his favorite spots in Seoul, which of course I can not decline. So before we know it we arrive at the Hyatt Hotel. As we enter the doors, we here jazz music from just inside the lobby. Warm, moody lights brighten a blush red interior. The sound of trickling water falls invites us down the stairs into the basement floor, where a bar restaurant with a stage set for a second live performance, a separate bar that leads into a night club, and an outdoor seating area that casts its shadow onto the hills of Seoul city. We opt for a glass of prosecco each, and talk over the beautiful sight of city lights in the daintily light garden off of the bar. We sit beneath the gazebo, overlooking the views as we're the only ones braving the slight breeze. If I weren't allergic to cheese I'd say the night was almost magical.
He sees me home by taxi, and I wave him off from my apartment door.
I was quite pleased with the outcome of the evening. Thank you, Daniel.
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