We crashed a foreigner birthday party at Island Stone downtown in City Hall. I was thinking “Not bad for a Friday night… but what this place really needs is some lazers.” When all of a sudden… PEW PEW PEW. And fire-breathing too. That’s how we party on Jeju Island.
A drunk blonde came up to me and said “What’s your name.”
“Philip,” I said.
“Philip,” she said. “Philip. How about Phil. Is it all right if I call you Phil?”
“Phil…or how about… Peter? …Phil, Peter or Eric. Which of those names do you want me to call you?”
And that was the end of that conversation.