Slumber Party, Seven Girls, One Boy
Pusan’s inner-city beach mixes Rio, Laguna and San Fran.
Fish tanks at the north end of the bridge offer myriad sea
creatures that are turned into six stories worth of sushi,
but our ocean-view seats have salt stained Plexiglas windows,
making snappy photographs impossible. Stop two is nine floors
above the beach, centered, with clear glass, over Jenny’s light
art, Paik’s well-painted TV flower, exploding chrysanthemum
fireworks and bridge lights that change colors gradually: yet
another art installation? Mi-Chang, Maya, Go’s wife, some
funny Amazon, a golfing doctor, and a fellow Gwangjuvian
settle in to a red wine from Chile. Maya and Chung come
together to plot a move to “Pan Korean,” a nightclub only
thirty eight paces from Chang’s home. Still, we pay to park
so the golfing doctor won’t know exactly where she lives.
10 cc was the ninth-floor resto-wine stop with comfy sofas,
where Park hit her 56th gut laugh of the day. She needs many
more such visits. Two great happenings wedge smile marks
in my brain: Maya and Chang passionately slow dancing,
then the two of them left at her house when Mom and sister
drive us 3.5 hours home. Chang lost weight for her. Hoo Haa.
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