Dance, ‘Ant-Man’!

Dance, ‘Ant-Man’!

She had never really thought about it before, except under the specific circumstance of riding in Economy Plus on the night flight from Auckland, Auckland, NZ to Honolulu, Hawaii, USA. For it was on this flight that she watched, for the third or fourth time, Ant-Man and the Wasp. The first time, of course, is the most notable version of this movie-going experience.

She and her partner had decided that they were going to leave Seoul, South Korea—their current home—the year before, and now, the date of their departure only stood a mere month away. Having been seeped all spring and summer in celebratory senioritis, they were winding down their fundays in order to focus on the final tasks that all had to be accomplished during that final departure month.

The grand finale had to be big, and it had to be awesome. This only left one option: The late-night showing of Ant-Man and the Wasp in IMAX 3D at the newly reconstructed Yongsan IPARK on opening weekend. For those who don’t know, Seoul is the greatest city on Earth, but don’t take her word for it; she left. Anyway, in Seoul, there are movie showtimes at all hours of the night except maybe between 0400 and 0500. Thus, that last showtime they opted for was a showtime at 0140 – 0348. Yes, that’s right; this is a normal showtime in Seoul. The problem, however, is that the subways and buses stop running around (depending on the bus or subway stop) midnight, and they don’t start up again until about 0500 (again, depending on the subway stop or bus). So, what is one to do?

Well, they scheduled a bunch of shit and thought that they would try out the whole “Sextel” experience in Sinchon. If you know, you know. They planned a stay-cation that would begin in Sinchon, work its way through Hongdae, Ewa, Yongsan and Itaewon, whereupon they’d leave their apartment in Nowon at 9 AM on Tuesday morning and not return until whenever the first subway out of Itaewon got them back to Nowon on Friday morning. So, on Tuesday morning, they packed some daypacks with only the stuff they’d need, and off to Sinchon they went where the first thing on their tour was to meet her birth mother.

After an emotional afternoon and evening reconnecting with her birth mother, her man meeting her birth mother for the first time, they found themselves in a sextel over by the Yonsei University campus, and so, they changed clothes for an evening on the town. Wednesday, being unable to use the room during the day (if you know, you know), they checked out and filled the day with eating and finding various places to escape the heat for long periods of time without being weird or having to buy multiple handcrafted beverages throughout their stay and played hand after hand of Hold ‘Em. By 1800, they were checked into a new sextel, and they just kicked it in their room that had a circular bed and large circular jacuzzi all in the same room. They may or may not have run out for some orange diner-type food and bath bubbles.

By the time Thursday rolled around, they were getting a bit worn out, but they charged on. With morning filled with more coffee in establishments that were comfortable enough to spend hours in, they spent the afternoon grazing a pizza buffet and then, began their walk to Yongsan. Again, if you know, you know. The remainder of Thursday remains a blur of walking, walking, trying to find a GS for some liquor fixer, walking, walking, trying to find a bathroom, trying to find somewhere to eat, trying to find a GS for some more liquor fixer, walking, walking and walking. By 2300, she called it quits and threw a fit, which transpired into her lifemate calling a cab and the driver driving, literally, half a mile to their destination. And this was not the first time she lost it within a mile of their desired location(s). But come on, they had been walking all day—and not in a straight line—to Yongsan. Arriving at the theater two hours before the showtime, they felt quite proud of themselves and continued their never-ending Hold ‘Em game.

Obviously, Ant-Man and the Wasp was awesome. They left the theater around 0400 and decided that a cab to Itaewon would be quite cheap at that hour, so they hopped in a cab and grabbed a bite to eat at a 24-hour pizza joint. After the delicious slice, they walked to the next subway stop just to kill some time. As the sun began to create a gentle haze over the calm, cool city, they sat and tried not to fall asleep on a park bench just outside the subway stop that they would inevitably enter at 0530 in order to catch the first train out to Taerung where they would transfer to Line 7 to the Nowon stop where they would catch a bus for a twenty-minute ride to the stop one block from their apartment where they would eventually take a cold shower and pass out.

By the end of August, they were on a plane to New Zealand, where they would stay for a few months only to quickly learn that NZ was not the place for them. And so, onward they went back the USA via a short, tropical vacation in Hawaii. It was this first experience of Ant-Man that instilled the knowledge within her that Paul Rudd would indeed dance when she tapped on the in-flight screen and selected to watch Ant-Man and the Wasp to pass the time as they flew over the Pacific at night. And of course, it was on this flight that she realized that she very muchly enjoyed watching Paul Rudd dance. Of course, she had always known this, intellectually, but now, she became curious about it interpersonally.




‘Even’ Pt. 6

‘Even’ Pt. 6

How far are you willing to travel to obtain one of your favorite things?

Of course, I will travel any distance to obtain just about anything because traveling great distances is simply not something that’s important to me. The better question might be something like, is there a time to when you’re unwilling to travel? And to that, I’d answer, maybe sometime in the middle to late 20th century in human history. Next. Read more

By Locomotive

By Locomotive

If you’ve never ridden the train partially (or all the way) across the country, you ought to. In my view, I see Amtrak as a transportation service that facilitates three distinct economic tiers, and this mixture, along with the days-long, overnight-type long-haul, creates an interesting population within any given train. And so, the three tiers exist as such: the only form of transportation available to you, the transportation method of your choice, transportation as bookends to a luxurious vacation. Amtrak identifies these tiers as Coach, Business, and Sleeper. As a guide for first-time train travelers, I will simply outline the various benefits/drawbacks of each tier, and then, I will divulge some of my personal packing tips. Read more

Best. Day. Ever. (plus, The End)

Best. Day. Ever. (plus, The End)

HOY2: D215

2017 May 24 [Wednesday]

2017 ETMC Travels: Sydney Edition
Part IV

Bondi 6

Alright, so we’ve reached the end of this retroactive travel log. The only thing left to discuss is the culmination of the Best. Day. Ever. With two full days and one mostly full day left in Australia, we spent all of our time on the water, eating the last few items we needed to consume in order to make the trip feel like a success. Thus, on Wednesday, we spent the entire day on Bondi Beach, had a picnic and then ate some calamari at a little bistro by the water called Lush on Bondi.


I can’t remember exactly what we did on Wednesday night, but I have to assume it consisted of eating at Taste (a wonderful salads restaurant that offered everything from a baby beet salad to roasted lamb in a not-self-serve buffet style, that, for anyone who has been to Sydney knows, was common place. Each buffet-style salad bar place offered different items, and Taste was the best among them, at least on Bondi Road.) I know that over the course of the last few days we ate the best sushi we’d ever had, the best lamb we’d ever had, the best beet salad I’d ever had, the best chicken salad we’d ever had, the best burger we’d ever had, the best etc., etc., &c. Also, since I don’t remember exactly when we did what, but there are pictures, we bought chocolate covered strawberries at some point and won $5.00 AUD from a scratcher!



On Thursday, the lifemate had to convince me to go walk the Bondi to Bronte Coastal Walk. Uh, the only thing I can say is that I chose my lifemate, and he is a BAMF. We walked that magical coastal walk and found the Bronte Baths. All I can say at this point is, we had the Best. Day. Ever. After a nice afternoon swim, we finally stumbled upon a row of cafes that served both breakfast and burgers. So, I undoubtedly had eggs Benny on smoked salmon with a side of bacon while the lifemate, as usual, opted for a wagyu beef burger that, luckily, came with fries … I mean, chips.


I’d go into more detail about the day, but honestly, it’s a day I will never forget, and some things are best left to the memories of those involved as little secrets. Once we were off the beach and back in our Bondi Road neighborhood, I got my yearly haircut. Nothing special or fantastic, just a little trim, a new tradition (since I did the same thing whilst in Vancouver last year).

Friday was our travel day, but our flight didn’t leave Sydney until 2100. Nevertheless, we had to check out of our Airbnb (which, as a sidenote for those Airbnb hosts in Australia, INTERNATIONAL FLIGHTS TO AND FROM SYDNEY FLY THROUGH THE NIGHT! This means that it’s nearly impossible to arrive in Sydney in the afternoon, near or around most Airbnb check-in times, and it also makes leaving Sydney a drag since most Airbnb check-out times are early in the morning, meaning travelers must either drag their suitcases around town all day or deal with the whole hassle of finding a locker, etc., etc., &c. Thus, if I were an Airbnb host in Sydney, I’d have early check-ins and late check-outs, which some sort of half-price pricing for the check-in/check-out days. I only say this because Sydney is unique in this, almost exclusively night-flight situation.) *sigh. Okay, so we were supposed to check-out at 1000, but since we’d had some issues with the host and whatnot, we thought that we’d just stick around a bit until the cleaner arrived. We were all packed and ready to go at 1000 so that when we were “kicked out,” we’d be ready to just leave with an excuse like we had the poops or something.

Anyhow, by 1030, we were ready to just get home, so we left, carry-ons in tow, and headed back down to Bondi. On the way, I got a cheap manicure, which burned some time. Then, we enjoyed the water for an hour or so with our last bottle of champagne that we emptied into a water bottle. By noon, we grabbed another bottle of bubbles, lunch, and picnicked on the grassy lawn above the beach. And then it threatened to rain. So, sometime around 1430, we lugged our luggage and ourselves via bus to Bondi Junction, where we perused a bookstore and ate more food.

The rest of the day is a bit blurry. We wanted to be at the airport by 1930, and so, we hopped on the subway to Wolli Station, where we caught a cab to the airport. The reason for this revolves solely around our wanting to bypass the airport surcharge. Again, I will write a post about this, eventually. Successful, we arrived at the airport around 1830 and were seated comfortably at our gate by 1945, waiting to board our flight back to Seoul.

Since I can only speak for myself, all-in-all this was the best vacation so far. Sure there were positives and negatives compared to our Vancouver trip, but as a whole, our vacations seem to be getting better. We landed in Seoul on the afternoon of Saturday, May 13th. By 2030, Boobs, our cat was home with us as we all lounged about unwinding from our travels. Until our next vacay, check out all the pics from our 2017 ETMC Travels: Sydney Edition!

Read Part I, Part II, and/or Part III

It’s Official …

It’s Official …

HOY2: D206

2017 May 15 [Monday]

2017 ETMC Travels: Sydney Edition
Part I

Six down, Antarctica to go.

YAY!!! *sigh. Obviously, there are still many more countries I need/want to visit, but I feel supremely … grateful and accomplished. Honestly, I don’t really have all that much to say about the trip except that it was a dream come true, magic proven real, an experience I’m still wrapping my mind around as something I [but mostly the lifemate] was/were/am/are even capable of making happen as an adult[s]. Read more