I wound up going to UMF Korea tonight because I had the tickets and they were non-refundable. It was an awesome night. Yes, I have finals, but goddamn it I can't think of the next time I'll be able to go to a concert in Olympic Stadium here in Seoul.
I'll give the abridged version of the story: My friend and I got there early (before the big DJs really got on stage), we got to the front, we stayed at the front all night. It was amazing. There were dancers, vegas style showgirls, a girl wearing a disco ball bikini, and robots that shot both fire AND fire extinguishers. It was pretty cool. There were a ton of girls who wanted to get on the tall American man's shoulders, so I couldn't help but oblige. I'm probably gonna wind up in one of the videos because there were cameras everywhere and they loved it when I power pointed at the lens.
The DJs were good, the bass was sick and the pyrotechnics really had me thrilled, but the Lyons in me really liked the fact that I was partying where gold medals were won. Bud Greenspan hadn't seen a concert like this, I guarantee it.
Things I learned at UMF Korea: some Europeans think attempting to sexually assault me is a funny way of getting me to give up my front row spot.
Things some Europeans learned at UMF: An American elbow to the mouth hurts like hell and the next time you try to violate someone at a concert, don't fucking think about it.
Tomorrow brings a wave of studying and Korean vocabulary. But for tonight, I can't hear a thing because of the speaker blasts. Maybe I'll sleep soundly for once, the stray dogs outside my room will finally have no impact on me.
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