Erin Go Braugh Korean Style

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

As with most of my experiences here in Korea, my St. Patrick's day was a WTF and half. I ventured south about three hours, this past weekend to a place called Osan. It was nice to get away and see how large the Air Force lives. As with everything else, there is also a Ville near base. It is like three times size of the Camp Casey Ville. I call it the Ville on steriods. Anyway it was a great place to become anyonmous, which is what makes it nicer. I saw none of my "customers" so to speak. I was also able to enjoy copious amounts of beer and experience all of the WTFness that is Korea.

It was a trip and half ringing in St. Patrick's day at a Country western bar, in Korea. Everything seemed normal. The usual two step music played along with Achy Breaky Heart. Yes there was also green beer at this place. After several rounds of "Irish" beer my friend and I decided to try out our Hongul (Korean language). We both think our Hongul is pretty tight at this point. We both know how to say "Adashi, next stop please" when we get off the bus on post. Evidentally the bar tender, who is Korean thought otherwise. Each time she served us a drink we thanked her by saying "Adashi tan ban, ah na je seou." (e.g Adashi or Mr. next stop please.") She became annoyed and said "I am not Adashi." Being the every polite gentlmen, we then subsituted Adashi to Ajima. This means middle aged woman. She really did not like that either. There are two things you never get wrong with a woman on, her age and weight. Our bar tender was not a middle age lady. After being called Ajima, she promptly gave us the international sign for hello. Needless to say I still think that my Hongul is pretty tight. I can also say that a good time was had by all.

Even the juicy girls are different in Osan. They are less aggressive and attempt to be smart by starting a conversation with you first instead of trying to flease a $35.00 drink out of you. They are watched over very closely by a mean looking Ajima. For those who are down with pimp talk, the Ajimas in Osan have quite a strong pimp hand. They at least have manners and the phrase "Please don't touch my coat" was not used at all this weekend. I am honestly beginning to think that nothing in this country surprises me.