Savage Night

Parties in Busan don't finish until well into the next day. And I don't mean the wee hours of the morning, I mean 9,10,11am the next day. This is mainly due to the fact that bars here don't close, they stay open until the last, demolished guest is ready to stagger on home...or, in some cases, the nearest park bench.

Needless to say, last night's St.Patty's celebrations were nothing short of crazy. And the place to be? Busan's favourite foreigner hang-out and only Irish Pub: Wolfhound.

I love Wolfhound because once you're inside, it's identical to any other pub I'd find back home. The food is delish, and it's a rare English-only zone - great for those times when I find myself in serious need of a break from the constant buzz of Korean. My coworkers and I stop by each Monday night for cold beers and half-priced chicken tenders, gotta ease into the workweek.

The stories of Wolfhound are legendary. Those four walls have seen more crazy crap since that place opened 6 months ago than most bars will see in a lifetime. Just the other Sunday during a ritual beer-ing session (dubbed 'Sunday Fundays') I watched a guy pay his friend $50 to pull his pants down and allow him to fire 3 darts into his bare butt. I'm still cringing. This is the side of Busan that makes me wonder...

Last night was right up to par. I stopped in for literally 2 minutes after dinner with some friends, but promptly left because I just couldn't take it. It was only 11pm but people were already getting naked. That place was going to be trouble. Sure enough, I woke up this morning to a facebook status update from Wolfhound stating: cracked couches, tables broken, ran out of Guiness and Cass, plumbing effed, police came...thanks for coming. Savage night.

Bleh. I had way more fun picking wedding colors with Rhi at 1am.