It's not so much unlike home. The same people get together at the same places and do the same thing. When we first got here that meant drinking till the wee hours of the morning and then spending Sunday recovering. After a while though the toll that was taking on our bodies became unbearable and so the boozefest was confined to Friday night and Saturday was spent doing slightly more interesting things. Watching old movies that had been on 'must-watch' lists for years, drinking wine and making dinners, chating and laughing - good times.
This weekend however was a little different - and amazing. As I was saying before, I really want to make a go of a strict diet and sobriety attempt for the month of February and so I tried my hardest (which didn't take much effort) to get super, gongshow, shitfaced on Friday night.
Fridays, we go to this fantastic galbi (Korean BBQ) place in KSU which is right down the street fron our favorite bar Keno-Eye. The owers is a realyl cool guy, very friendly and generous. He also writes off a few bottle of soju for our table as well as comps us some after dinner soup (usually it is spiecer than like octopus soup, this week it was some other red paste fish soup).
Anyways, long story short, this week we end up getting into an informal drinking competition with a table of businessmen sitting next to us. They did an obnoxiously loud cheers, so we had to one up them. But they were not having any of it. So 3 or 4 cokesomecs later, I'm pretty sure we won.We leave gabli (full dinner: apps, main, finisher, and shitfaced drunk amound of drinks = $13 incl. tip) and head to Keno. Being as cheep as I am (and broke) I poured the leftover soju into one bottle and me and X and Z stood throwing it back in the street outside of the bar. We go in and have a gay ol' time - played darts, danced, laughed. On the dancefloor I see a very friendly face. I had met him the week before, but just briefly seeing as I was leaving for China in the morning and it was coming up on 2a.m.
So me and guy are dancing and its not long before we're making out. Sloppy, gross, drunk making out in a bar full or straights. Glorious. And terrible, but glorious. Took guy home, even more glorious. Praise the lord, I got laid. I was beginning to get worried that it would never happen again. It was contributing somewhat to the grey state of mind I have been in for a while. I'm sure that was almost 6 weeks since I had last... not an incredible drought, but... long time.
That Friday. Saturday was spent mostly nursing the hangover from Friday. Watched some Ugly Betty, ate a glorious breakfest, did some laundry. Finally finished watching this season of The Amazing Race. Yea Nick and Starr. Which reminds me...
This is Dallas. He raced with his mom. They came in fourth place. I came across this a while back. This is why you should NEVER send pictures of yourself to ANYBODY EVER. They WILL end up on the internet. Pretty hot though, eh?
Anyways. Oh yes, Saturday. A former co-teacher of ours, got us a ridculous christmas present. Somehow, someway he found a source of pot and GIFTED a joint to us. Its much the best present ever for pot deprived Canucks in a strange drug-free land.It came in the form of a joint and a roach, and one day after we got back from Thailand, X and I could not handle ourselves and smoked the roach without our friends. It was amazing. It was like an old friend had just wrapped you with a blanket and put his head on your shoulder and whipsered "everything is going to be alright." From the roach we only got 2 pulls each and so we made an executive decision that if we were going to smoke the rest between us and our co-workers (5 in total), we'd have to construct some kind of smoking device. We made a bucket/gravity bong and last night we got together at his place to do the deed.
When we got there he threw on Pumping Iron, for shits I suppose, but our entire group was enraptured by this film about muscle gods who competed against eachother in a quest to be named best of the best. It was truly an amazing film, most definetely worth watching.
X divided the ganj into 5 equal piles. He used his infinate wisdom and said "maybe we can get two bowls of out this." And that dear friends was the best idea EVER. Because that half bowl was just enough. The high crept up on you, that old friend wrapping you with the blanket. But soon he pulled the blanket over your head and put you in a garbage can and rolled you down and hill and when you got the bottom him and his friends beat the can with rocks and sticks. It was like I had never been high in my life. Like I was wasted. The girls was on a whole other level we had one parital freak out and two instant nappers.
I insisted we watch this movie Freaked. I remember it from when I was a child and my cousins showing it to me. And it must have been made by stoners for stoners because it was out of control. It was surreal and fantastical and hilarious. If you like silly B movies from the early '90s (and do drugs) give it a look see.
No one said a word for th entire movie and it seemed to go a lot quicker than the hour 20 running time. X and I tried to convince the girls it was a the prefect time for a MegaMart run, but they were having none of it. Two went home and Z said she couldn't move. So X and I went and go ice cream. Then I had a dunkas (fried pork and rice). Then I came home and watched some LOST and passed out. Wonderful. Just like old times.Today I am going to watch more TV and stay in bed like I do most Sundays. And it will be glorious.
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