Dae Han Min Guk clap clap clap clap clap

So Korea won eh. A little tired and not wanting to deal with a massive soju swilling crowd, I went to Bryan and Greg's rather than the stadium. It was rather subdued and private, though Greg and I were in a pizza place, picking up yet another pizza, two actually, when the tides turned in the second half. All those present on the second level dropped their pizza and threw up their hands. The guys did at least. The woman were excited, rather than the soccer hating figures of Mr Kim's joke--Korean women hate soccer and Korean women hate stories about the military. What they really hate is stories about soccer in the military. Alice (I've heard her real name once, and can't remember it) was getting really into the game, screaming each time the ball neared either goal. We went outside after the game, Traci insisting that there would be parties and general jubilation. Christa insisted that Koreans had mastered the art of dispersal much better than N. Americans had. Ch was right; there was nothing happening in Bonggok dong. It was as quiet as a normal weeknight.

In about an hour my first Korean class will start. I'm excited to actually have some instruction rather than asking the other teachers questions as I come to them.