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Tales from America: Drugs and Cops and Prostitutes!

August 26, 2015

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Ah, how I wish we had our cameras out at times like these! Though, I will say I did want to pull out our camera when our crazy neighbour trapped us, but I thought that you don’t mess with crazy, so I did nothing. The other moments were just too random to be able to record.

We’ve got a couple other stories we’d like to share here from our journeys around Canada and the US for our Meet Your Kimchi Tour, starting again with…NEW YORK!

Bless everyone’s hearts for bringing so many amazing gifts and pieces of art and letters for our events. We’d get a lot at these events. A whole lot. And, sadly, we didn’t have enough luggage space for all of it, but there’s no way we’d leave it behind! What we did, though, once we start flying from Houston onwards, was go to the post office and mail our packages back home. That way it felt like we had new fanmail to open when we got back to Korea! It was great!

I went to the post office in New York to mail out a large box. Woohoo! I went to the teller with the box, and they gave me a customs form to fill out. I brought the customs form over to the table behind me, put down my sunglasses, and realized I didn’t have a pen to fill out the customs form. I went back to the teller and asked for a pen. They pawed around for a few seconds before they kindly gave me one. I walked back tot eh table to fill out the form, and, voila, my sunglasses are no longer there. 30 seconds and, Kabam, stolen. Just like that. OH KOREA HOW YOU HAVE BROKEN ME! Something like that would never happen here. I just don’t have my old inherent mistrust of strangers anymore. Thank you Korea for being so nice, but dammit! I wish I remembered what it’s like in the rest of the world!

On to Chicago! I had a weird experience there that I want someone to verify for me. I went out to a bar by myself when Martina was napping. As I was sitting, two dudes walked up to me and asked me about my Apple Watch. We sparked up a conversation and just started shooting the shit. They were cool dudes. And they weren’t trying to hit on me! They were just nice. Then, outside of the bar, an old trolley pulled up. It was blaring dance music and was filled with nothing but women. The women inside were dancing to strobe lights and were drinking a lot. When the trolley stopped in front of our bar, around 12 of them got out of the trolley, all singing and cheering, and walked into our bar. I asked my new friends what this was all about. “Oh, it’s the Hoe Train” they said. Hoe Train? Did I hear that right? At first I thought it was a memorial train for Doctor Ho, who donated trains to the city of Chicago. But, no, this was something that is supposedly common in Chicago. Hoe Trains. And there are lots of such trains. We saw many more that night, and the night after. Now, I’m not sure if they’re actually acknowledged as Hoe Trains. I just wanted to know what they were actually called. Chicago people: help me out here!

So that’s it for our silly stories! We’ve got a lot of pictures from our tour that we’re going to be uploading soon, but there are hundreds and making galleries out of them takes a while, so hold tight! We’ve got some good ones we’re gonna share. For now though, I hope you had a good laugh at our expense. If you’ve got a fun story to tell, we’d love to hear it. Traveling just isn’t the same unless something silly happens to you :D

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  1. I’m from the Detroit area and boy let me tell you…. crazy stuff happens in Detroit. Last time we were there (we being my husband and myself and the last time being last weekend), we were sitting at a table on the patio of a really popular restaurant – one that’s been featured on the Food Network and many magazines so not you’re average “hole in the wall” – and someone walking by threw a container of food over the wall around the patio and it landed RIGHT in the middle of our table. The server wasn’t even phased. He just offered to bring us new food and drinks on the house because the container sort of exploded everywhere. In fact, no one was really surprised at all… despite the loud crashing sound and explosion of food. Every time you go to Detroit, something interesting happens for sure. It’s sort of an expectation really. On another occasion when we were downtown at a restaurant in Greek Town, my husband came out of the bathroom with a crazy story. He said there was a guy in the bathroom sort of hunched over the sink scrubbing his shirt. The guy had a bloody bandage on his back but whatever, maybe he spilled something and wanted to clean off his shirt, right? Then another guy comes in and says, “holy shit man, that guy stabbed you good, huh?” Turns out the two guys were in some kind of a fight in the restaurant and the first guy was stabbed with a pen in the middle of his back. The bandage was fresh. This restaurant didn’t have a typical bar so we think it happened at one of the tables. *sigh* Oh Detroit.

    4 years ago
  2. I really loved the photo-shoot that was going on in the background through your TL;DR.

    4 years ago
  3. Sorry for the random comment, but now I remember who Simon reminds me (’cause the beard): Sokka in Fire Nation dad costume (character from Avatar: The Last Airbender). sorry, heheheheh

    4 years ago