Running short on time, but this is a fly-by update to let you know that I am alive, I've successfully gone to the Great Wall and taken a lot of pictures, and I'm currently on my way to be invited to dinner yet again.
A post later tonight will probably detail why Tianjin did not happen, stalking plans for Saturday, and karaoke plans on Sunday.
For now, have this tidbit:
While trawling the streets after HG's mom's dumpling restaurant, reading a map and searching for what we believed to be a magical shop selling awesome things like HG's posters but was in reality another fucking dumpling shop (guess whose business was so good they had to expand?), we stopped in front of a small clothing shop that was blasting Marry U loudly from its speakers. It was like a balm upon our downtrodden souls, in the form of cheesy pop ballad in a language we couldn't understand. A girl that Michelle swears was a middle schooler exclaimed, "Marry U!", ran over, and promptly started singing and dancing to her friends. We stared at her in bemusement and realized that she was wearing a shirt with Sungmin's face printed on it. Michelle wanted to take a picture of her. I wanted to ask her directions to a magical shop selling HG's face on every possible merchandise. Sadly, she escaped us before we worked up the courage to fully discard our dignity.
The moral of this story is that dignity and self-respect do you nothing as a Kpop fangirl.
Tomorrow, we will know better.
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