Getting F***ed At Rocky Horror
So, despite my promises to post more on this blog, I have not actually posted anything for around two weeks. For this, I am sorry. Life, as it always does, got in the way. But fear not, for I have returned with a grand post featuring all that you love. Scandal. Scantily clad ladies. F***ing.
This past weekend, I was invited to go to Seoul with Marta, Andrea and Scott to see my first ever live performance of the Rocky Horror Picture Show in Itaewon. I was excited, but at the same time unsure of what to expect. I had only seen the film once before on a drunken evening with friends back in 2008. I remembered very little about it (outside of Tim Curry’s oddly amazing legs anyway).
On our arrival in Seoul, we had one goal. Find our hostel and dump our bags off. Carrying them as we adventured around Seoul was not an option. On our arrival in Hongdae, Marta and I headed off in the direction (we hoped) our hostel was in. It should have been simple to find. Look for a Tour Les Jour bakery and turn left. But Marta and I are (apparently) amazing at having a bad sense of direction and missing the obvious. So naturally, we walked past it the first time. In our defense, it was hidden (partially) by bus stops and buses. But this mistake allowed us to find a beautiful pipe store, which we would return to the following day. Turning back and retracing our steps, we easily found the hostel we had booked. Kimchee Guesthouse in Sinchon was a great choice. We arrived and were promptly checked in by a very helpful worker named Martin. We clambered up several flights of stairs (much to our dismay, they had no elevator) and found our room. The room itself was small, but nice. It had two comfortable bunk beds and shared (but surprisingly nice) bathrooms. I would suggest staying at this hostel to anyone reading this and planning on heading to Seoul. It cost us about 25,000 won each for the night, plus a 9,000 won deposit that we got back with no trouble the next day.
Anyway, bags dumped and evening outfits planned, we headed out into the night. Before the show, we decided to take advantage of the amazing food on offer in Itaewon. Mexican food, with its amazing smells and irresistible taste, won us over. As Oscar Wilde said, “I can resist everything except temptation”. It was well priced and delicious food (I enjoyed a large plate of enchiladas…I think). Unfortunately, thanks to my poor memory, I don’t actually remember the name of the place where we ate. But stomachs full and beer consumed (in my case at least), we went back into the night and searched for the bar the show would be held at. After more confusion and walking too far, we eventually came across the Bull and Barrel bar (more information here). Located down a side alley in Itaewon, and reasonably priced, the Bull and Barrel was already packed with people when we arrived.
I had no idea what to expect from this, being the only Rocky virgin amongst our little group. Marta and Andrea had both attended the phenomenal performance held in Montreal every year and Scott had been before when he lived in America. Not many people dressed up (understandably, given that this is Korea) but the atmosphere was great. My worries were soon blown away, however, once the show started. Put on by the Seoul Players, it was an amazing experience for a first timer like myself. Furthermore, considering they had a low-budget to do the show, it was done very well. All I can say is, if you find yourself in Korea next year and have 10,000 won to spare (so cheap!) then hit this up. You will not regret it.
I can now happily say that I spent my Saturday getting f***ed, and I am no longer a Rocky virgin. I can’t wait to go again next year! Who knows – I may even dress up!