Here's the set up, First of all i've finally made some friends. I know I know, 5 months and you've only just found people to hang out with?? Eat me. But i have friends now and more importantly I now know what joints to hang around to meet people my age and with my predeliction towards conversations (I have no idea if that's coherent). One's South Africa, and he's...he's something but i'm not sure what. One is Irish and about as straight Irish as they come, accent, angry drunk, party guy, generally awesome, etc etc. and ONE is a huge fuckin dude who is 27, has a masters, his students call him "Tiger" and he's already learned a good deal of Korean. He totally comes off as a bro at first glance but he's chill. the reason i'm expostulating about him so much is that he forms the punch line of this evening. Let's dig in.
So it's probably my first night goin out for drinks in...oh...a month? about that. A long time, and before that "going out for drinks" meant going and having a whiskey sour and talking about the weekend. Well it's willie's Bday (another friend) and amanda and I have put our heads together and decided that its the perfect night for getting shitty. So we start off with whiskey sours, which is always a good choice. Within an hour I'm back to the bar ordering my third only this time, I'm actually watching. I still have total recall of this time of the night, everyone was chill and having a good time. I watched this crazy amero-korean lady mixing my drink and realized she's been throwing two or three shots of whiskey into each glass (that'd be 6-9 shots in one hour, keep up). Now any intelligent, rational human being would have watched her make this drink and decided to take it easy but that shit went right out the window. I pretty much chug it. I think (I THINK) that they were leaving by the time I got back and that's what happened.
From here it gets hazy. It was all of 1030 PM. Glory.
Our next stop (I THINK) is a swanky little place on hooker hill where we all pitch in for a round of Cass (the korean equivalent of PBR or worse). We chug that but we can't feel the atmosphere. The atmosphere consists of old drunk korean prostitutes dancing with GI's to western in a redneck establishment (...in Seoul, South Korea). At least, that's my recollection. At this point I start chatting it up with this beautiful girl from Alabama. We go outside to get some air and I realize "shit, this girl is over 6 feet tall." And so she was. I also came upon the radical notion of calling her "alabama" which she took fairly easily.
Onwards and outwards. Things are getting mighty fuzzy by this point, but i still have snatches.
We end up at a gay bar in this redlight district. Actually, it's kind of an awesome bar. I've lost most of my conversational abilities so I'm just enjoying watching Alabama dance on a bar stool and wishing she was slightly more level with me (this is going somewhere). It is at this point, in a gay bar in Seoul South Korea, that i make the tactical decision to start mixing drinks. And what do i order? some manly concoction? No...I get a Sangria. WTF? I think I was thinking of that movie Eurotrip, but the dude offering sangria turned out to be a bi-pervert (...my...ideal?).
Well after that the night is gone. We somehow got divorced from the other half of the group and wandered around for a good hour doing...something. Like I said, I can't really remember anything but snatches of light and faces at this point.
We somehow found the other group, it seemed like magic at the time, like Bilbo finding the Ring under the mountain, but now i realize they just used their cell phones. At this point...i'm pretty sure I was spending a lot of time on the walls or on the ground. Not pleasant. I got stuffed in either the 3rd or 4th cab we approached and sent home. I remember the number of cabs because I was thinking how rude it was for people not to take me home and dead I'd be if I was on my own.
The next morning was pure death. Pain...pain pain. I wanted to do shit, but pain. I took a shower and drank some water...and through up, painfully. I preceded to repeat this pattern for the next 6 hours. Sleep, wake up, Drink a little bit of fluid, go to sleep, wake up, vomit, go back to sleep, repeat. Cheers! I alternated between the couch, and the floor of amanda's apt.
By 6 I was feeling better though I chickened out from spending another night out on the town. Somehow amanda managed it cheerfully, and of course, the hagwon dudes (new friends) are lethal drinkers. But the next day I get this story. Cameron, the guy the students call "tiger", had gotten a tug job in an alley by Alabama. He described it as one of the most terrifying moments of his life. As he describes it, "She had one hand on my chest pushing me up against a wall and the other yangkin at my junk. she played power forward on the basketball team in highschool, emphasis on power." Now maybe you won't get the humor here because you can't picture the kind of people I'm talking about, but I'm talking about giants. Cameron is a big man, Bama is a big woman and the idea of this is somehow vastly amusing to us (and him). crude yes. funny...yes.
anyways, it's monday and i'm still feelin it a little, I must have killed off a signficant quantity of hopefully nonimportant brain cells. I have been having some vocabulary difficulties...hmm. But most importantly I've made some friends and found some great places to spend time in Korea!
Other updates (suggested by a friend). I haven't talked to the girl i was interested in in about a month, I think we passed on each other. I'm starting this photography project called 365 (google it) to try and get myself to take more pictures. My mom and sister have had swine flu and both have successfully survived. The first years I'm teaching this semester are relatively low but they have "high classes" which are damn decent and they're a lot friendlier than the surly fuckin third years or the insane second years. let's see...oh, Check this out. You remember "The Three Ninja's" right? Well Mr Fuckin Miyagi was actually friggin Korean. You remember those masks tum tum, rocky and cole wore? Yea, those are traditional Korean masks. ...BALLA!
holy frig, they don't look so tough!
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