New Years Squeeze

Blurb my brain:
Where did I leave off? Oh. Soju monster. Well, I guess that puts me to New Years. New Years Eve Fiancé booked a four star hotel in what I would call the Center of Seoul. This doesn't really mean much, since I was informed that Seoul is the 3rd largest city (behind NYC and the other one I forget). But it reminded me of NYC in a few ways, as the subway was the same, the crowds and tourists the same, and the lights were the same. So anyway Fiancé books this fancy hotel. We have a room on the 14th floor (Executive Floor) and a view out into the city (which I later found is much more fantastic up at the 21st floor). It was nice, a pretty bathroom and comfy bed. Being in bed with the love of your life makes any bed more comfortable I would say though.

We decided we wanted to ring in the new year like the locals. So we went to the bell ringing ceremony in the Byeong-sak square. We get to the square at 9, which was too early. But we wait there, disappointed because the square was supposed to be blocked off so traffic couldn't go on the street. Around 1030 the police wall was adequately built so they let the people go from the tape. Fucking hell breaks loose.

A sea of Asians is shoving me, pushing closer to the square to get closer to the front of the stage. They were pushing with nowhere to go. I may have sustained internal bruising. Nothin like being trampled in a foreign country. So I look at Fiancé, and we agree to go back to the back of the Rio de Koreans. Shoving our way back, we get to the white police van and find relief. No one was smooshing us. Three measly performances later, the countdown to the new year began. I kissed Fiancé happy new year and got my picture.

Flew 4000 miles to get the kiss, and I only got a crappy picture. Oh well. At least he tasted good. Ha.