The Eighties Party

Last weekend (THIS WAS WRITTEN BACK WHEN THIS WAS LAST WEEK, SO... Late April) was a big eighties party in Mokpo, in celebration of my friend Carol's birthday, and to say farewell to longtime Mokpo-ite Mary, who was heading too to live on a beach in Bali, I believe. Seems excessive to party before heading to live on a beach, but hey, I am hardly one to judge. haha.
So, I got home on Friday with a cardboard box in my hands, because the only thing I really know about the eighties was that they had rubics cubes. So, yeah, I was going to make a rubics cube hat and call it a costume. Brooke had also given me some advice about making loose jeans seem tighter. I wish I could say that that advice had been "Just cynch 'em!", but it wasn't.
I warmed up half a pizza that was leftover from that afternoon's little binge, and I looked at the box. And in that box, I saw a DIVO hat. Yes, divo.
Combining it with the other box I had brought from I created a perfect power dome, or whatever it was called, and with some handy red paint (a pun to be exposed later), I was ready to whip it, and whip it good, having also created a whip out of my Murder Mystery cigar and a patch cord.
I did some looking online, and found a few pictures, and sacrificed a black turtle neck to make the sleeveless, high collared shirt that was their trademark.
And with that, I was off to bed.
I woke up on Saturday, and spent the day scrambling to get my stuff ready, although I honestly don't remember just what I was doing... this all seems a lifetime away right now.
Anyways, the bottom line is that I arrived in Mokpo late for the afternoon barbecue that I had been invited to. Most of the food was already eaten, and the bananas and grapes I had brought just were not cutting it for "completeness". The bottom line is that I didn't really eat anything, But i was having fun, and a little too busy to notice.
Then there was a pre-party at Crystal's. It was mostly a rehashing of the barbecue, with eighties music, everyone in costume, and the leftover food, which I nibbled at.
So... that means that all the food I ate on Saturday was basically a crepe in the morning, a banana, some grapes, some crackers, and a sick amount of Doritos (more than three).
There was a guy there named Tony, who totally outdid everyone on the costume front, it was a hilarious DLR-style rock outfit with a stuffed animal in his leopard print tights with that tail sticking out so that he could comb it. Yeah, he was eye-catching.
We were, of course, the first to arrive at the party at the bar, so that meant that we were the most bizarre looking people, all done up like new-wave rockers or burned out rolling stones or Cindy Laupers...
Vanessa Reid and I started buying eachother round after round, just taking turns.
Now you see the significance of the count of what I ate all day. yeah, it was trouble.
I did okay for a few hours, and then I remember it just hitting me like a wall.
I was having a great time, and chatting it up, telling a guy named Phil what was apparently the funniest story he had ever heard (the one about dad in the Ewok costume and me shooting him in the hands at paintball. Yeah dad, it was on purpose. What can I say... teenage angst and all...). Apparently on finishing the story, I just said "I'm going!" and walked out. My friend Mel escorted me to a cab (thankfully) and I made my way to "Motel B***s" for the night. For those of you with even the slightest knowledge of Korean, I'll let you know it's "Hotel kisses" haha.
Oh, I just remembered something! I had been invited by the Provence Family to go to some river to play guitar and hang out for the day. I told them that I would catch the 7:00 am bus out of Mokpo so that I could be into Gwangju in time to go with them.