June 4, 2011
Much like any other Saturday morning at the bus terminal, I am drunk. I am tired. I am dehydrated. And, I have arrived at the bus terminal hours before need be because passing out in front of the ticket windows at the terminal allows my friends the opportunity to smack me in the face to wake me up.
Friends are mostly late... and I feel like a cat that's been squished in the middle of the road, but isn't quite dead yet, trying to fall asleep on the bus.
We arrive in Busan and head for the subway to Haeundae beach.
24 stops, 2400 six-year old children on a subway field trip and a couple hotel/motels later
We are changing and super pumped for the beach. This is normally where I would have completed a couple sets of push ups and bed dips for the triceps and chest... but, I refrained.
The beach is awesome. There are several stages, a sand sculpture competition, professional sand castles, a volleyball tournament, street parades that can be seen from the sand, Koreans swimming in pants and long sleeve shirts, more beer, and plenty of foreigners from all over for the Koreans to watch get beachy.
The ocean was icy, the sun was warm, and the cool breeze eventually put me to sleep. Luckily I didn't get burnt because passing out on the beach went hand-in-hand with my friend's new found passion for burying people in the sand.
Woke up just in time to watch a girl trying to teach another girl how to do a back bend. Fail.
We had eaten at a restaurant and afterwards the girls wanted to go back to the hotel to pick something up or find some friends we were supposed to meet or do something. Its all kinda fuzzy. So, they drop us off at Miami 88.
One Hundred "Yogi-Os" and 26 shots of Jager Later
We stand for the first time.
20 Steps Towards the Next Bar
Next Thing I Remember
I was introducing myself to Kimchi Dreadlocks like some kind of weird internet stalker and his girlfriend was laughing at him/me not really sure.
Real late at night or real early in the morning
After losing W160,000 on Roulette, I get up from the Blackjack table with W40,000 more than when I entered the casino. I had made a promise to myself in good faith that I would leave the table if I made my money back. I then proceeded to find a loop hole in my promise, by allowing myself to believe sitting down at another table was not in breach of my previously agreed upon promise. I then proceeded to lose W360,000. MORAL of the STORY: Don't Break Promises to Yourself.
"Naw. Go ahead, I'll catch up later," I said after my friends asked me for the last time if I wanted to go get something to eat.
I finally get my lazy ass out of the bed and make the 5 minute walk to the beach feeling the best I had felt in 2 days. There were more parades, an airshow, a bucket of KFC, bottled water, Korean rock bands and Korean girls competing in some wrestling match, where it appears the main goal is to make the opponents shorts look like a thong. Needless to say, I enjoyed watching this event.
We are eating something with chicken, noodles and rice and it is awesome.
We have enter a place called Irish Pub and I have made the wise decision to buy a bottle of Jager. I knew I was going to be doing a lot of drinking and so bulk has got to be cheaper. We sat and started the drinking games. It started with big booty and ended with an empty bottle of Jager. So what's the natural thing to do? Get another bottle of Jager! Needless to say, the last thing I remember was dancing and drinking Jager.
I open my eyes to my vomit covered Electric Zombie tank top. Then I looked further down my person, as I raised my head, to see my friends shorts I was wearing. I thought, "Great... they are also covered in awesome chicken, noodles, and rice." Then continuing to lift my head, my eyes finally catch hold of the sky's morning glow. "Okay... I'm on the roof of my hotel. I guess I got really wasted and came up to the roof of the hotel to look at the stars while I puked. Yeah." I stand up and chicken drops from my shirt to the concrete rooftop. "Ughh... I cant where this downstairs." I perform an instinctual post blackout belongings check. "All here... good." I then carefully remove the saturated tank top and shorts and hang them on the ledge of the building. "Ughh," the vomit had seeped through to my boxers. "No.. you have to wear them." I told myself them wandered to a door and started down some stairs. "This does not look hotelish. Hmmm..." I continue on. "Crap. I'm at the Irish Pub."
This left me with two choices. I could walk back to the hotel in the vomit stained boxers or I could wait for the bar to open and have another drink in the vomit stained boxers. I walked back in my sneakers and boxers.
A hellish 24 stop subway ride, a #2 in E-Mart, watching X-men, having a 50 year old Korean man tickle me with his finger, watching Kung-Fu Panda, playing Time Crisis,a red dress purchase and catching the last bus out of Busan later...
I was in Gwangju.
I was in Gwangju.