YOu remember that old stupid song "the song that wouldn't end." That would have ended ages before this weekend would.
Yes this is an exaggeration but when my allergies kick in and KICK IN HARD. Time seems to slow because living is agony.
With this in mind, let me tell the other side. It was Loren's birth on the sunday. Even knows how I feel about celebrating buddies birthdays. NO MATTER WHERE, WHEN, HOW MUCH. They get drunk and most probably naked. Hopefully not alone.
His Plan: Go to Seoul, watch Cody's Rugby Tournament, go out, go home Sunday.
My plan: FOLLOW (it's his frickin birthday, not my day to lead)
He leaves Friday, I leave with Chris on Saturday morning (because I feel like crap firday) We ride train then sub for a total of 3 hours straight. I'm in agony most of the way. Nose running, Eyes watering, Sneezing and Coughing. You can just imagine my mood.
We get to the rugby tourney, and it's sponsored by a winery and a few bars. Thats means everybodies favourite words "FREE BOOZE"
We drink alot, get burritos on the way home, they put sour cream on mine which as most of you know makes me want to hurl. So I eat around the gob of Sour cream being starving and a little tipsy at this point. (The last count I remember I hit 8 beers on the bus ride from the tourney to the taco place)
We head to a bar and see the probably the craziest sight I have ever seen. "FLAMING ASSHOLES" Drunk Rugby players were putting T.P. in their bums and lighting them on fire while doing shoots. I really have no Idea why or how to follow that in conversation. oTher than it was just boring. I'm not that tight with the group yet. So you get that, I'm here for this person, but they're here for everybody else. Kinda like when you go out with new gf's friends no matter what you're the outsider. They know it, you know it, you try to get away from it but the feeling is there.
We head to another bar "ROCKY MOUNTAIN TAVERN" yes we have arrived in ITAEWON the foreignors destination in Seoul. What I like to call "The korean Suburb of TO"
At this bar I decide, I'm gonna home with number of a girl I'm not gonna call. I get one really easy, she's from the small town next to the small town my dad is from. When we say small we mean small. Towns called Enterprise and Centreville. Second wasn't any tougher, a girl I met on the bus, not attractive at all. Third was a shocker, I start talking with this girl. I continue talking with girl we talked together alone at a huge table 3 hours. I was enjoying myself, and she was with me so there was no chance she wasn't enjoying herself. But she had to go, I needed to find the half naked friend that were scatter around the bar. When you're chatting up a girl, the hardest thing to explain to her is why your friend has his pants down.
We all get home and pass out, Loren worships the porcelin god for awhile. I decide to sleep on the small rug in the people we were staying with's dining room.
Then Sunday, Feeling like a sack of beaten up assholes (loren's saying successfully stolen Ha Ha) I just want to go home a go to bed. 10 everybody is up and going. 1 pm we are all showered and going for indian food. Yes you read that right, these people were taking ME for indian food. After spending 22,000 won ($25) on a meal I about the size of a burger from a happy meal and a samll salad. We go to starbucks the only company whose coffee I don't drink. I don't spend $5 on coffee I just dont. We wait to meet up with other group.
We go home I assume to pick up our bags.
NO, We watch Maimi Vice instead.
Then I think We're going. We make it to the subway.
NO, Were going to meet other people. TO go with them to the train. They waste an housr shopping While I'm trying not to pass out in the seoul underground.
FINELY we get to the station 45 minutes till my train comes. See the 'my' they hop on the next train after me so they can sit all together. And by this point I dont care. I just want to get home. I didn't get home 10:30. I crashed for 14 hrs straight.
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You were the voice of reason. My pants may have come down, but I wasn't standing on a chair with fiery TP hanging from my ass.
Here's some things I remember:
Chris ran into the subway drunken around mid-night. Before he left, I watched him cut his hand on the sink and spray blood across the bathroom. DNA on the shitter. A great way to start the night. Well, start the mid-night.
From the lady who was selling them for a dollar, I swiped a plastic hammer that squeaked when I hit my head, randoms passing by, and who knows what else. At one point I shoved it down my pants.
Next thing I remember, I'm waking up to a text from MIA Chris: "Please tell me why I'm in Busan with a bloody hand." Asshole falls asleep on the KTX and wakes up on the other side of the nation. I woke up spooning porcelain after 12 solid hours of heavy drinking, with a plastic hammer in my hand, vomit on my jeans. I don't have a shirt on, and I remember someone trying to feed me water then giving up because it just made me puke more. I had a cock and balls drawn on my thigh, and I remembered saying "write touch my manhole" and watching someone write it on Chris' back with arrows pointing down. I later found a picture of it. What a way to send out 24 years.
Hey Loren,(sorry Lawrence but this is my only way to talk to Loren)
You don't know me, but we share a birthday. I was 24 on the 24th too! You are lucky, I have spent many happy birthdays with Lawrence. Just ask him about the birthday where I was tied to him and had to wait outside the men's room while he took a piss. Lets just say people give a girl funny looks when she is attached by a rope to someone in the men's room.
Hope you had a happy b day.
Lynzy
Yay, stories are fun! Though this one didn't turn out quite like many others I've heard, in that you didnt sleep with the girls and they havn't tried to desperately hunt you down. But hey, this is only the begining of your adventure! Don't dissapoint!
To response numero uno, I actually sent out 24 years and celebrated my 25th b-day, but sharing a birthday is cool. We should hang out sometime.
As for the second response, there's never disappointing; I have a girl back home so I don't share stories that would get me in trouble, if you know what I mean. You wanna hear stories, get over here and we'll make some!
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