So, yeah, it was me against the music. But first, we had some dinner. Like Luciano Pavorotti, we needed to feed the instrument before bleeting it loud and strong. I'm not sure tong dak ("whole chicken") is the food of choice for musicians but we're rock n roll like that. We went to Gaam.
We started off with yakitori. Like jewels beaded on sticks, these jade colored asparagus bits, coral pink shrimp and sundry really delight the eye of the nutjangsah. They are fried and they are tastee, my friends. Those clever Japanese! I think yakitori is one of their greatest achievements - along with the boyfriend arm pillow of course. Yes, I'm kidding. Or am I?
The tong dak was even better than the yakitori. For you logicians, this means that the tong dak is even better than the boyfriend arm pillow. I jje-guh'ed (dipped) that crisp, leathern, and unfatty golden skin into the special MSG salt provided. I'm pretty sure heaven and earth collided at that moment. Try it and see for yourself.
I also drank a little sake. Just a tad.
Buddha was crying when we left but I promised we'd be back. Buddha kept carrying on. He doesn't speak konglish apparently.
We adjourned down the street to the fanciest most poshaliciious most fantasmagorical karaoke place I'd ever been to. Bobo's was like Space Mountain (dark with tiny white lights set into the walls) meets Mattahorn (white snowy like swirley walls) meets karaoke palace. I mean, c'mon it's fit for 50 cent who I heard asked Louis Vuitton for a quote to cover his walls with LV leather wallpaper. That's how you know it's new money with all the excitement that brings to a nutjangsah's heart. We caressed the LV monogrammed walls and wondered how we could replicate this look inside our office.
We had a shot of soju for Dutch-Korean courage.
We ordered the requisite platter of fruit aka extortion fruit.
And then we were off. The songs sung that night included Eternal Flame by the Bangles, More than Words by Xtreme, Don't Look Back in Anger by Oasis, Creep by Radiohead, Paradise City by Guns n' Roses and some other Jersey tunes incomparably styled by @TheDelicious. And of course, we sang Last Christmas by WHAM. Classy. And yes, I still sucked.