On Friday night, I was supposed to have a chill relaxed night in but that didn’t happen and I’m so glad I didn’t. I was lying there on my bed bored out of my mind when my friend Dianna texted me at 8:30pm to tell me that Diplo was going to be in Seoul that night. I immediately googled it, found out the details, smacked some makeup on my face and 10 minutes later I was running to the catch the last bus out of town headed for Seoul.
Two hours later I arrived at the bus terminal and hopped on the subway to Yeoksam station near where he would be playing at Club A in Gangnam. I met up with two other girls, one of whom I met at the zombie run about a month ago. They were already at the head of the line, so I didn’t have to wait by myself, which was such a relief. We all thought that the entrance was free from 10:00pm-12:00 midnight, but when we got to the front of the line…that wasn’t the case.
They told us that we needed to pay 40,000 KRW (~$34.18 USD) to get in to the club. We turned to each other to re-think whether or not it would be worth it to pay that much to get into this club. I really wanted to see Diplo and I had come all this way…. but we decided to go get more alcohol and some food in our system before trying to go into this pricey venue. We hit up the nearest convenient store, bought a few bottles of flavored soju and snacks then headed back to the end of the line. There we waited for another hour or so.
When we finally got to the front, we slid right past the people collecting the money and snuck right in. Diplo wasn’t playing yet, but we dove right into the mass of people. The place felt like a sauna. People standing shoulder-to-shoulder and sweaty bodies everywhere. I was getting shoved in every direction and this wouldn’t be the first time. I hate crowds and yet I always end up being in the thick of them. Physically, I was miserable. I felt like I was having hot flashes and that my head would pop off at any given moment. Every inch of me was drenched in sweat, my hair was dripping wet and my clothes felt like they were suffocating me. Mentally, I felt like the music lifted me elsewhere. I sang my heart out, threw my arms up to the thumping beats, and transcended past all the people who surrounded me.
At one point, we pushed our way to the front of the crowd and climbed up on the block right in front of Diplo. Standing above the crowd, I noticed that most people weren’t really dancing at all. There was no space to dance, but yet the sea of people still swayed back and forth.
The A night club is located to the left of the Artnouveau City Hotel in the basement of the building. The club reminded me a lot of clubs that I have been to back in Atlanta but with 100x more people. I have to say that I’ve had more fun in Korean night clubs than back home, simply because the music is so on point that I don’t even care about the crowd or how much the drinks are because all I ever come to do is dance.