My New Best Friend

After the baseball game (see next post), Rose, Dan, and I decided to hit a bar called "The Doors" after the '60s band. The bar is decorated like a little retro bar. It's nice and it's usually quiet. When we got there, there was one lone man at the end of the bar. He smiled down at us, but didn't say a word.

When Rose left for a couple minutes to powder her nose, the man came down to us. My Korean is getting decent, but I still don't understand most of what people say to me. If the speaker is drunk, it's even worse. "Blah blah blad friend blah sit blah drink" is all I understood. So I sat.

He proceeded to babble on in Korean. I understood almost none of it. Before Rose even made it back, he had bought our drinks.

"You're my best friend," he said. It was the only phrase he knew in English.

Rose helped the translation a bit, but the conversation was hard even for her. Mostly we just sat next to the guy, who proclaimed our friendship every ten minutes or so.

He disappeared after about an hour. We assumed he went to the restroom, but he never came back for his cigarettes. I lost my best friend after only having him for an hour.

R