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>Yah, I missed a day…

>But with good reason. Instead of coming home straight from work and blogging like a good person, I went out to the pub for the night. Now my head hurts this morning. A lot. The only bad thing (read: other than my hangover) is that I don’t have time this AM to blog (or I will be late)… and I have something to blog about (note yesterday’s post).

I leave it at this: I quit my job but it looks like I’ll still be working in the same place. The company is changing radically and I’m sitting somewhere new (both physically and organisationally – dat right, I said “organisationally”)… but it is technically the same place. And I’m both terrified and giddy about what could happen next.

I’ll try to write more about it later, but there are plans to perhaps go out again tonight as it is Caryn’s last day (sob) at work. If I don’t make it home in a state fit for blogging, I’ll write about it all on Saturday. EEEE!!! ^o^

>Happy Canada Day

>Instead of blogging, I went out and had some beers to celebrate Canada Day in the middle of London. And then I came home and called Brandy (I woke her up) to remind her how rad she is. They had ketchup chips at the celebration. I was happy.

I’ll type more tomorrow when I am awake. Happy Canada Day, everyone!

>Fun times on Hooker Hill


I’m not going to save any money (or my liver) if I keep this shite up. Seriously.


At least I didn’t swear that I wouldn’t go out Friday. Because that would have been a lie. Went to Joe and Orla’s place, had some beers, and headed to the Beer Cabin. It’s a friendly little place with this weird mural of an old dude sitting on a porch of his cabin in the woods (in his socks), holding a Cass Beer and miming that he is shooting a gun. A white dude. I DON’T KNOW WHY. But it was fun, with a lot of good conversation and a whole load of beers. All-in-all, a good night. Most excitedly, we found out on Friday night that there is a Subway coming a block away from the school. WHOOHOO!


Orla, this one is for you, as per Merriam-Webster:

One entry found for bestiality.

Main Entry: bes·ti·al·i·ty
Pronunciation: "bes-chE-'a-l&-tE, "besh-, "bEs-, "bEsh-
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural -ties
1 : the condition or status of a lower animal
2 : display or gratification of bestial traits or impulses
3 : sexual relations between a human being and a lower animal



Headed into Seoul in the AM (but not TOO AM, if you get what I mean) to do some shopping and endure some self-inflicted pain with Andy. We went to the Coex first to have a bikini wax done. Although I have had this done many times in Canada, I was nervous about having it done in Korea, as Koreans in general don’t have much hair. So what the hell do they know about removing it?? It wasn’t really any better or worse. It’s a beautiful, universal fact: having hairs ripped out by the root from your pubic area is god-damned uncomfortable no matter where in the world you might dwell. Ouch!

After that, we headed over to the Technomart (didn’t I say it was dangerous that I was brought there in the first place?!? Didn’t I?) so I could get my Nano. And wouldn’t you know… the 4GB black ones were all sold out! Fuckerpants! Looks like Colin will get his before me. But, you know what a trooper I am… I ordered mine online to be shipped to my moms. Who can send it to me. Hooray! This way I could have them engrave “i caught you a delicious bass” on the back for free. If you don’t know what that refers to, you probably didn’t watch the funniest movie to come out in years enough times. Go watch it again.

In order to make up for not spending too much on an Apple product, I bought some more movies and socks. Not Techno-socks, but they are still cool. Then to Itaewon, where we ran into Orla (small country, you know) and went to Hanan Market. Got more dill pickles. Yummy!


Regarding the weather this week: It is fucking cold.


After jaunting home for a quick change of clothes, we headed out for (another) night on the town. Long story made short: the girls and boys were each having their own night out. The boys were supposed to be going… somewhere, but the plan fell through. So, they ended up going to Itaewon, same as the girls. But they weren’t allowed (nor did they want to) come with us. They were probably 2 buses behind us. Crazy. Anyhoo, the girls all went to The Hollywood Grill, had some pitchers, then headed up Hooker Hill.

Yes, moms. Hooker Hill.

Andy kept telling us about a bar up there called “Polly’s Kettle” that was supposed to be good times. After ascertaining that she was, in fact, serious about dragging us up Hooker Hill, we relented and went with (I make it sound like she twisted our arms. We were on our way to drunk already by this point. The conversation probably went like this: “We could go to Polly’s Kettle on Hooker Hill…” “Okay.”) It was just a bar, but we had tons of fun dancing and drinking beers. While we were on our way up, we said that we would have to slaughter the boys if we caught them on Hooker Hill. They showed up in Polly’s Kettle not too long after us. Stupid boys. They didn’t stay as long as we did (they weren’t busy shaking it on the dance floor). After it got super-late, we headed back to Hollywood Grill, drank some more beers. Then ate some chicken skewers and headed home.




Honestly, after Friday and Saturday, what the hell did you think I was going to do Sunday??


Multiple France vs. the bidet

I swear I have permission from Frances to tell the funniest story I have heard in a long time. PERMISSION TO TELL THE WORLD. I’m giggling right now… this is something that doesn’t happen to people you know. Unless you know Frances.

Tonight Frances and I skipped the gym and headed to Lotte Mart. We concurred that our first order of business was to stop and use the toilets. Frances mentioned that the bathrooms there were nice (trust me, not all the bathrooms in Korea are nice, so this is a big deal. Some of them are bad enough that I would rather pee my pants. No, really.) and I asked if she had been to the ones in the new E-Mart. She had.

You need to know that the toilets in the E-Mart are equipped with bidets. Now, I’ve never used one before coming to Korea either, and it was slightly intimidating, because the damned thing is in Korean. But, I gave it a try because… well, there are some things you should try before you die. Having water squirted on my bum in the supermarket bathroom was apparently on my list of things to try. Try to picture the control panel for this bidet: there are about six buttons on this wee box attached to the side of the toilet, and it is all in Korean. Frances didn’t realize that it was a control panel for a bidet. She thought it was how you flushed the toilet.

Before you can start laughing (I am), this gets better. Because Frances was already standing up when she tried the buttons. (Now I really am laughing). She pushed one, and it didn’t seem to do anything. So she pushed another one, and she says “this weird little nozzle poked out from under the rim”. So Frances leaned in closer to see what it was.

Okay, wait a minute… I have to get control of myself.

Okay, I’m okay… nope.

Okay. I’m okay. I can finish this without laughing now…

So of course the damned thing starts spraying water (cold water, she tells me) and Frances panics. She backs up and the water pressure is good enough that it was hitting the stall door. She was crammed into the wrong corner, and got hit again when she had to unlock the door to escape. Then, of course, you now have to picture the toilet spraying water right out of the bathroom stall and hitting the opposite wall.

Oh no… here I go again. I gave myself the giggles.

I’m okay.

Poor Frances! She finally escaped the bidet and had to try and dry herself off using the hand drier. At the supermarket.

Oh Frances: thank you so much for this story! I will treasure it forever…

>Financial destruction


This weekend was a bit destructive to my financial situation, but it was fun and worthwhile.


Went out on Friday with the girls – Frances, Laura and Andy. We went to the Wa Bar, which is where one can always find foreigners on a Friday. Now, this doesn’t make the Wa Bar the best or funnest place to go, but one can always hope to make some new friends there. We didn’t. But I did have some tear-inducing laughs. We were talking about how much different Frances, Andy and I look now compared to how we did when we first got to Korea. Frances and I both cut off all our hair and had eye surgery. Andy has had eye surgery, a hair cut, and lost a bunch of weight. So Frances and I had out our alien cards and looking at the pictures. Frances says that Andy should get hers out because the difference is so amazing. While Andy is looking for it, (she didn’t have it) Frances says, “Who was it who said that you look like a farmer in that picture?”. I start laughing. That’s funny. Funnier, Andy answers “YOU did, asshole”. HA HA HA!!! It went on for a while, and was much funniness. I was just starting to calm down when Laura innocently asks, “Well, you ARE from Saskatchewan, aren’t you?”. The best part – she wasn’t trying to be funny. But oh, it was funny.

We were out until 4am. I’m serious… if they won’t close the bar apparently I don’t know when to leave. Because I had to be up at 8am. Lame.


So, I get up at 8am with minor grumpiness and head out to catch a bus into Seoul with Amelia. We were going to the Coex Mall for hair cuts. It was all good. We shopped around there for a bit, and I picked up a couple of Christmas presents for the fam. I love the funny weird stuff that they have here. After that, we headed to the TechnoMart.


I should not be allowed anywhere near a building with eight stories of nothing but gizmos and gadgets and SWEET ELECTRONIC GOODNESS.


I needed to go to the TechnoMart to pick up a cell phone in English. You see, the school was kind enough to provide us with cell phones (“hand phones”, as they are known here), but they weren’t FUCKING SMART ENOUGH to get their ENGLISH teachers ENGLISH phones.

Sorry ’bout that.

My old phone (old as in “13 years old”) was all Korean, so I had no idea how it worked. BECAUSE I DON’T READ KOREAN. Also, the battery would die if it was in my bag for 4 hours while I was in the city. Even if I wasn’t using it. It was stupid. But I found a new phone which is all English-y goodness. I also bought a webcam, so my moms can have some proof in real-time that her daughter is alive. I also bought 5 DVDs for $20, including the newest (“newest” as in “still in theatres”) Harry Potter and Corpse Bride. They might be pirated copies… I’m not sure (HA HA HA). It was a fun day shopping with Amelia and her friend Chelsea. Amelia and I ended up buying the same shirt, and we located a New York Fries and ate poutine. HOORAY!


Went into Seoul again, this time with Aaron to Insadong (that couldn’t possibly be spelled more incorrectly, I believe) to do some Christmas shopping. This shopping was all about prezzies for moms & Harv, but I still managed to buy myself a couple of things. It’s a God-given talent, my friends. Mostly, I bought phone-bling. Sorry Mike, I have those charms on my phone. I know I promised to never do it, but it is SO funny I couldn’t help it. I have a little leather monkey (of course), and Hello Kitty wearing traditional Korean garb. That’s funny because Hello Kitty is Japanese, and the Koreans aren’t fond of the Japanese (they hate them with the white-hot intensity of a thousand imploding suns). So I like that they took the ultimate Japanese symbol and dressed it up like a Korean. Sweet.

Once I got home, I just cleaned the place up. It was so messy in this tiny dump that I still need to wash floors and make the bed (oops, and wash the bedding) and finish laundry and dust. LAME! I was busy doing other stuff, like hanging up the rest of my Christmas lights (priorities, people… priorities). I don’t know if I have mentioned this – but I like my place. It isn’t much, but it is pretty danged cozy. Mmmm… coziness.

>Open Class, Korean wedding, Everland, immigration and the hospital… again


So much has happened since the last blog, I feel like such a dillhole for not typing sooner. But I have been feeling a little off my game this last week. Not sad… not tired… not sick (or homesick)… just not on my game. I’m going to take it easier this weekend and see if I can get on the ball. I have housework and all kinds of crap to get caught up on. It doesn’t help that Mike sent me the new Sims expansion pack and Civ 4 (thank you thank you thank you). Every time I SHOULD be doing something productive, I sit in front of the PC and either send my Sims out for a wild night on the town or I conquer Rome (take THAT, Caesar!).

Open Class

My open class went well. Or at least, I think it did. Because of course I have had no feedback from the school. THANKS GUYS! A-holes. Rino’s mom gave me feedback in his report book though: “Rino and his friends did a good job at open house. Rino’s attitude is much better now… thanks to you.” That’s right bitches, thanks to me. Overall, my kids were good. Except Grace, who was off the hook. But I’m still pretty happy with it overall.

Korean Wedding

On Saturday nine out of the eleven foreign teachers went to Jenny’s wedding. I would like to tell you more about the ceremony, but seven out of nine (including yours truly) were late. OOPSIE! Stupid traffic/buses/subway/trying to run in high heels. If you want to know more about it, try M.C. Frances-Teacher’s blog. She’s a better person than the rest of us, and she was there on time. We caught some chick singing, some crazy cake-cutting (it looked like they were using either dry ice or a smoke machine as a special effect) and then a zillion pictures. After that there was food, and then they went into another room for the traditional Korean ceremony (which is a different outfit and a lot of fucking bowing). The entire thing didn’t even take three hours. So of course, the North Americans were a little lost, having expected the wedding to run much later. We made up for it by pub-crawling in Seoul. It was great fun. A highlight was having Frances teach Aaron, Woody and I how to make cranes out of napkins. There was a good twenty or so on the table by the time we were done. Hey – when you hang out with retarded five-year old monkeys all week, you become easily amused. (And before you can even THINK of a sarcastic sassback to that one, mother… “MORE easily amused” in my case. I know.)


Because we didn’t do enough on the weekend (just drinking Friday night and the Korean wedding and pub-crawling on Saturday – aurgh!), Frances, Laura, Andrea and I went to Everland. Yup, again. And yup, it was fun fun fun again! Hooray! I love rides! And we did buy some silly hats. I have pictures at my Flickr site, as does Frances. It was a bit chilly, but a quick attempt at “Dance Dance Revolution” warmed us up (and I’m sure the Koreans that were laughing at us were warmed up too). There was an amazing fireworks display, and it is all made up for Christmas. We plan on going back (with some longjohns on) sometime in December to check it out again.


Sigh. Immigration seems to be cracking down again. So Tuesday after work we all had to go to Suwon to hand in a “Confirmation of Degree”. No biggie, but a reminder that I’m not in my home country any more. I will have to go back to Suwon one day soon – they have this ginormous fortress wall that I would like to check out. It was nice that the school drove us to the immigration office. Aaron, Orla, Frances, Laura and I took the opportunity to have multi-entry visas added to our passports. That will be handy when travelling to Thailand, Japan, and China (or, so is the plan) over the next year. Poor Brooke had to sit and wait for us all to finish, but she was a really good sport about it. (I don’t think Brooke reads my blog – but in case she does – dude, I hope they fix your mold problem soon.)


I’m retarded and shouldn’t be allowed to use sharp objects. On Tuesday I was cutting erasers in half (so they will last longer. I’m not sure if the kids eat them or what, but they go missing quickly) when I got distracted and cut a HUGE chunk out of my left index finger. No. HUGE. It was gross. GROSS GROSS GROSS. Right at the pad of the finger, where my fingerprint would be. At first, it didn’t even hurt. I thought “Holy crap, that’s quite a hole there” and then it started to bleed. A lot. So I went off in search of a band-aid with my finger in my mouth. I asked Richard-Teacher, who said he had one. He grabbed it, and had to help me put it on because by this point my finger is bleeding badly enough that I can’t get the bandaid on one-handed. (Side note: it was a Betty Boop bandaid that Rich stole from one of the kids. Good job!) Within moments I realize that I’m starting to bleed through the bandaid. So I get another one and put it on top of that one. Start bleeding through. So I get the Korean front desk teacher to help me put on some gauze and stuff. And then… well, then I had lunch. Thought that was that. Didn’t hurt too bad – just throbbing a little. But around 1:15 (we start lunch at 12:30 and the finger mutilation happened at 12:00), I start thinking that I should switch back to a regular bandaid to teach in. Take of the gauze. Realize that I am still fucking bleeding. They bring some white powder and dump it on there to help with the clotting. No go. Now there is blood and white powder all over the place. So the school director says “Maybe more serious?”. Yes, more serious. So they say they are going to take me to a “hospital”. Apparently, any doctor’s office is a “hospital” ’cause I ended up in a plastic surgeon’s office. Okay, look. I DON’T KNOW WHY. That’s just where they took me. It said “plastic surgeon” on the door. In English. And I asked why we were at a plastic surgeon… and Kelly-Teacher doesn’t know enough English to tell me why. They thought I would get stitches… but he just cleaned it out and bandaged it better. Whew! I didn’t want freaking stitches. Now comes the cute part.

I was late getting back from lunch – supposed to be back at 1:30 and it is now 2:00. Ellie was looking after my class while I was gone, and must have told them that I went to the hospital. When I came in the room, all the kids came up to hug me at the same time, and Amy and Grace cried because I was hurt. Cute little monkeys! I might try to slip one of them in my suitcase. All of them were very good for the rest of the afternoon, and I found out today that Rino’s mommy called the school to see how I was doing. Nice!

That brings you guys up to today with me. I try to remember to blog, but sometimes it feels too much like work and so I don’t bother. Sorry about that. If you read this… leave a comment for me so I know that it is being read. I do miss you guys.

Original Comments:

careybatgirl wrote (on 24/11/05):
If I call immigration and tell them you are a murderer, will they send you home???? I miss Jodi

Pattie Girl wrote (on 24/11/05):
I read it all the time, and I sent the link to Mom Perszon and Brynn. Hope your finger’s better!

dirtyaurghpants wrote (on 24/11/05):
carey – if you want immigration to send me home, just call and tell them i didn’t pass english 304 and my degree isn’t legit. that will get me kicked out faster than telling them i am a murderer… (i miss you too!)

and-errhea wrote (on 29/11/05):
What’s English 304 again? Don’t tell me it’s Merv’s class, or I will laugh so hard that I will pee in my pants a little bit.

jeanine wrote (on 03/12/05):
hey dude! just trying to catch up on your life adventures in Korea. Sounds like you are having a good time(other than this finger incident). I did get your message thanks! I was so excited!!!! And upset I missed the call! Will send you a xmas card with more jeaniney goodness. Miss ya lots! J

Palace it up

>This weekend turned out pretty good overall. On Friday after work we all were treated to dinner… and it was a treat. We went to a place called “St.Paul’s”, and I had a great steak, great wine, and great coffee. After dinner we went to the Beer Cabin.

So much for the doctor telling me to get some “rest” and to “not” drink. Stupid doctor. I wanted to stop being sick, not start being boring.

After the Beer Cabin we went to the Nori Bong. Not sure of the spelling of that. “Bong” just means “room” in Korean, and Nori means Karaoke Sweetness! Whoo!!

There was a wee bit of drinking, some singing, and some not-getting-home-until-five-am. I’m such a dumbass. Somewhere between Vancouver and Seoul my off-switch broke. I have no idea when to go home if they don’t ever close the bars. It is a weird phenom that should be seriously studied. How is it that my concept of time is dependent on the operating hours of a drinking establishment? Discuss.

I was much better behaved on Saturday. After four short hours of sleep (sigh), I went with Andrea-teacher to the Coex Mall to get my hair cut. We poked around the mall until we got sick of Koreans stepping right in front of where we were walking and headed back on the subway. I’m still retardedly excited about the subway… it is like a Skytrain, but in the ground. What will these crazy monkeys dream up next? I got home around six and was in bed by eight. Slept for 15 hours. It was the greatest thing.

On Sunday I planned to meet Alyssa (from “the other school”) at McDonald’s to travel into Seoul to see the Changdeokgung Palace (again) in all its fall foliage glory. While I was there getting my Big Mac Set (they don’t say combo), I ran into Lorraine (from the “other, other school”), who was just wandering about and considering going into Seoul alone. I invited her along and we headed to the palace to meet Aaron. Well, Changdeokgung was crawling with Koreans (SOMETHING must have been going on) and there was a huge lineup to get in. So we decided eff that, and headed to the primary palace, the Gyongbok Palace. We even lucked out and saw the changing of the guards. I took some pictures of it for you guys. The building that is standing in the water is the same building that is pictured on the back of the 10,000 won bill.

After that, headed home early and chilled out. I’ve finally figured out how to download TV, and have been working through Season 16 (last season) of the Simpsons. I just watched the first episode of the new season, which was cool and not-cool at the same time. The show was good, but this is the first season in a long time that I haven’t watched it with Mike. Which made me miss Mike. Watching 24 in January without Mike and/or Stu is also going to be weird. But I’m still going to do it and be happy doing it… 24 rules. If you don’t watch 24 and you are reading this: stop sucking and go rent season one. Now.

Oh wait… head over to http://www.flickr.com/photos/luckybuttons76 first and check out the palace.

>Party at Andrea’s house


What rules when someone decides they are going to eat healthy? They throw a party where you can eat their junk food and drink their booze. Thank you, Andrea. I hope that you are learning about what the fuck a blog is. And for the rest of you, blog is short for “weblog”. STOP ASKING.

PS: I’m drunk. I’m sorry. So much swearing.

You ARE just saying that to scare me… right?


Here is today’s rumour amongst the kids – that there is a typhoon hitting the west coast of Korea (yup Moms, I’m on the west coast) tomorrow. I don’t know if it is bullshit or not. Apparently China is getting really bad weather, and it was windy as a mother-effer here today (although, not as windy as it gets in Kamloops) (although there aren’t as many buildings in Kamloops to block the wind as there is here). For now I will bring my umbrella tomorrow and let you all know. Hopefully it is really bad and the power goes out and we can all go home. Hopefully the power does not go out while I am at physio and I get trapped in the Coffin of Sand. What a lame and ironic way to die.

Speaking of the Coffin, I’m still going to physio, and will talk to the doctor this Saturday. Also, I will be getting more xrays that day so hopefully I can do a full update. My back is sore today, but I blame Andrea and her bloody Tae-Bo that we did yesterday. I HATE Billy Banks. Ass. This last time we did it, we started talking back to the video. Billy (if you don’t know, he is the retard that leads on the video) (if you don’t know what Tae-Bo is: good on you)… anyway, Billy says “Okay, so when you do squats your stomach should be connected to your knees”, and Frances says “What the hell… my STOMACH should be connected to my KNEES?!?” (She hates him too, I think). I pipe up and remind her that Billy Banks is an ACTOR not a DOCTOR. It is fun because we all suck and all hate him and laugh a lot.

I bought a fish today. I figure if there is to be a typhoon, I may get trapped in my apartment and need an alternative water source (I’m always thinking, Moms). So now I have the fish bowl of water. I named him 참치 which is “Chamchi” or “Tuna” for you English-speaking folks. He likes me. He is blue. His rocks are yellow. I thought I killed Chamchi on the way home (too much wiggling) because he wouldn’t get the hell up off the bottom of his cup. But now he is in my bowl-of-alternative-water-source-in-case-of-typhoon and swimming his wee fish ass off. Go Chamchi!

Julie emailed today and brought up a good point. She said that I have mentioned drinking (a lot) of Korean beer, but not if it is good or not. Thank you, Jules. Excellent question. It is pretty good. Not great, but pretty good. On par with a Molson, Coors, etc. And for $2 a pint, after 6 or 7 you do.not.care. what the hell the effing beer tastes like. JUST BRING ME MORE BEER FOR TWO DOLLARS. DO EET. I still haven’t tried pure Soju, but I will let you know what that is like when I taste it (if it doesn’t kill me).

The water-fixer-guy is coming tomorrow. At 7:00am. Assholes. That is what I wanted to do in the middle of the week on the longest possible day (work until 7:30pm) – get up EVEN EARLIER. Rock on.

Original Comments:

Erin wrote (on 07/09/05):
  1. Yes there’s a typhoon coming
  2. School might be cancelled (mine never is)
  3. Don’t climb on your roof during the typhoon to fix an errant roof tile and don’t bother trying to catch the train home because they won’t be running
  4. Have a beer and listen to the rain

>Every night is beer night


I keep MEANING to do a post, but I am vaguely retarded and keep forgetting my camera. And most of my posts need pictures to fully explain what the heck is going on. So today, please enjoy the picture of the Coffin of Sand (it isn’t EXACTLY the Coffin of Sand I sleep in every day, but it is close) and the size of the pints. Those pints were from the Wa Bar, where I went with Laura and Francis on my first real night here (thanks, girls!). That bottle is of a mud slide, and is there for prospective, so you can tell how big those pints are. And a pint is about $2.50CAD. There are definitely high points to being here.

On Friday night, I went out to the park for some drinks. Also a highlight – drinking in public is totally acceptable. What was a little weird is that it was 11pm and there were still kids all over the park. After a few we went to the Beer Cabin – Joe, Orla, Aaron (sorry Aaron… not sure about the spelling), Brooke, Richard (sometimes known as Chad) and I. It was good fun, and cheap beer. My first night drinking Soju, but because it was peach flavoured I don’t think it counts. Get this… you buy the flavoured Soju by the pitcher, but you do it in shots. In case you didn’t quite get the full ramifications of that I will word it again: You buy SHOTS by the PITCHER here. I heart Korea.

The next night I went into Itaewon (very multicultural part of Seoul) with Orla, Joe, Brooke and Richard (sometimes known as Chad… but I think for now I will call him Richard. If later you read about “Chad” though, that is still Richard and I have just changed my mind about what to call him). Brooke, Richard and I went to a Greek restaurant, which was very good. Then we met Orla and Joe across the street (forgot the name of the bar… if you are reading this Orla, leave a comment with the name). This new bar was very cool… wish I wasn’t such a dumbass and had brought my freaking camera. The seats are very low to the ground and the atmosphere was amazing. But the coolest thing was that the floor was covered in white sand so you felt like you were at the beach. Next time I go (and there will be a next time, I promise!) I will bring my camera. The other neat thing is that on the menu an option is hour on the hookah. For 15,000W. We didn’t try it, but it sounds pretty cool.

After that (we left after one drink because they were “too expensive”… about $6 for a Cosmo) we went to the “Hollywood Grill” for more drinks. It was so much fun! It was just about being back home, but the Premiership game started at 11:00pm and we were already drunk. Fun! All of us piled into a cab and headed home – at about 2:30am.

Sunday I mostly sat around on my ass and rested. Started getting the worst cold ever. I’m feeling better today, but not by a lot. My voice is screwed – and yelling and the little monkeys all day didn’t help.

Tonight we went out for Francis’ birthday. Happy Birthday Francis!! I split a “Mexican Salad” with Amelia. It had apples and party sprinkles (yes, like the kind on a fucking birthday cake) but no Mexicans. In fact, beats the fuck out of me what the hell made it Mexican.

I’ll post more later. Cheers.