Star Wars Shoes and Mexi-Staches Abound

Well now, whose handsome shoes might those be?


Skywalker? Why, those must be those stylish limited edition Star Wars Adidas shoes I've heard so much about! On my feet! Being owned by me! Fuck yeah! Story time:

I went to the store a couple weekends ago, but they said they were sold out in every size and didn't know when they would get restocked. Or at least, I think that's what they said, they were speaking fucking Korean. So I go back a week later, hoping against hope that they've got some more in stock, but imagine my dismay when I'm told that not only do they not have any US size 9, they don't have any shoes at all except for the one display pair. And since they're limited edition, that pair was going to be their last ever.

But I'm looking at those shoes, and they don't seem that small for a supposed US size 7 1/2...So I pull that display shoe down, and I'll be damned if it didn't look about the same size as the Vans I was wearing. Finally I decided I'd give it a shot and I slipped on that size 7 1/2, and instantly I felt like the nerdiest Cinderella there ever was. The shoe not only fit, but it fit perfectly. They also cost 140 bucks, but come on. It was like goddamn Fate telling me to buy these shoes.

Oh yeah, I also finally got pictures of the hookah bar we've been hanging out at, which is officially my favorite place in Korea. Unfortunately it slipped my mind to get photos of the whole place, but here's our table:


The plastic bag on the far right is one of those made-to-order bags of liquor I might have mentioned in my New Year's post. They cost about 4 or 5 bucks and get you de-runk. We snuck some of them in because we are assholes, but we also ordered a bunch of wine and cocktails so it is okay. I brought in some fast food wings once and still haven't heard the end of it.


Another shot of the cocktail-bag in the middle there, and a couple other people...


People like these delightful Korean girls. I talked a bunch with them in a weird drunk mix of Korean, English, and Japanese, and I think I was supposed to be set up with the one on the right, which would have been neat if that same drunkenness hadn't also made me forget to ask her number.

OH WELL here's an awful goatee that I had, to prove a point to a coworker about how awful it would be:


And on that note, I'm done. Hopefully at some point this month I'll be un-lazy enough to bang out my arrest story, but until feel free to leave a comment making fun of my inability to grow facial hair or something.