just a regular night out in ilsan

so this weekend marked a first for me. my first night actually going out in ilsan. i guess i made a pretty good impression.

i met up with a friend i met through myspace, actually. i've been really good about making plans to meet this dude and then cancelling them. i'm nothing if not dependable...but saturday night ended that. after drinking some wine with my deener and a beer on the walk to his friend's apartment, i was excited to spy actual beefeater gin on the table. so we drank some gin and tonics, then vodka tonics while dancing around to 70s tunes and watching the friend's green birds fly across the room, plucking straw from the blinds to fortify a nest. it's weird to see living things here--aside from humans or tiny dogs with unnaturally dyed hair (although there is a pig at the pet store down the street). seems like i never see other living creatures here. where are the squirrels?


after drinking there, went to a bar. i dunno what the name of the bar was. i was already pretty drunk at this point, but i guess i think i'm superman or something. fuck, i can drink anything in any amount. so i had some beers and a shot (i think). anyhoo, it was all good clean fun for a while. dancing, molesting some innocent korean men. then there was some other chick dancing around a lot. she seemed to be the only other person there dancing. i can't pinpoint exactly how we ended up making out in front of a whole crowd of strangers in a well-lit bar, but we did. much to the pleasure of many a camera phone! great. but i guess we made out a lot. sloppy and stumbly. good times. man, it's been years since i kissed a girl! i don't know her name. i don't think she knows mine. whatever.

i'm not sure how i got home. i don't remember if i walked or got in a taxi or what. although i certainly like the idea of me trying to speak korean to a taxi driver when i was that fucking drunk. i seem to recall a lot of near falling down. which leads me to believe that i walked home. but la festa's (bar area) pretty fucking far from me. and judging by how sick i was when i got home, i can't imagine walking that far without yakking all over the place. actually, i think i did walk. anyway, it doesn't matter. i got home somehow. and yes, barfed a lot. yesterday may have been the worst hangover i've had in korea (besides the one where i yakked at the folk village in suncheon).

but yesterday at around 11 am, i got a call from the family i used to tutor in missouri. we had made plans to hang out on sunday afternoon. so i thought i had at least a couple more hours of total misery to get it together before meeting up with them. i was wrong. they were already on their way to come get me and i had to call and cancel. of course i hated doing that, but as the rest of the day easily proved, there was no way i could have made it through any sort of activity. i didn't finish barfing until 11 pm yesterday. i couldn't even sleep through it because as soon as i laid down i had to yak. as soon as i stood up i had to yak. with every breath i had to yak.

so i guess there are a couple morals here: 1) don't mix your alcohols 2) i will make out with anyone. both valuable nuggets of information.