Regrouping- and a few forgotten moments

The past few weeks have been a sort of whirlwind, of meeting new people, of learning that it is OK to let someone in again, of realizing that I know myself more now then I ever have and of having a bit of faith in someone for the first time in a long time.

We planned on celebrating a friends birthday at Black, a funky dance club previously mentioned, however, due to the fifth change in ownership, it was closed. We then decided to try and go to Hobak, in English, Pumpkin Club. When we, 20 drunken Waygooks approached the door, we were told no. We thought it was because we were foreigners however, it was because we were under the age of 30. So we took the party across the road to Elvis, a fun dive bar with possiblyy the largest vinyl collection in Korea, where the mood is set through the music the owner plays. The "cool" thing to do here, when drunk, in a foreign land as a man is to take your shirt off and display your manliness. For some reason the Koreans seem to love it.
(thank you kirsten for this picture....us shake'n ass in Black)

It was also at some point over the past few weeks that we executed Eyore! One night before heading out, Kirsten and I decided that it would be proper to put this stuffed animal out of its misery. As it turns out this thing had seen more foreigners houses then anyone would care to admit and I was the end of the line. And so, a knife was taken to his throat and we proudly carried his head and tail to the bar in the style of Lord of the Flies and displayed our kill for all to see. A photo shoot was set up and we turned the George Cloony of Suncheon in to a Mule!

At some point I also took to the art of bar stool fighting. Late night these bar stools are often used as weapons, transportation devices and flying objects! (again...kirsten thanks for the picture...Matt and I engaging in war)

I realized the madness of Korea again as I walked home from work tonight I was trying to figure out what was going on around me. Children were walking around the streets at 9pm, all of them on vacation but busy running from Academy to Academy...A chicken delivery moped with a Chicken driving.

The past few weeks have been filled with random events. I called in sick to work on Friday to be told by my boss that she would be over with an IV of grape sugar...I said no thank you and headed over to the hospital. Forgetting that the last time I had been there was for a period issue and so with no questions as to why I was there they sent me up to the OBGYN floor. My boss showed up and informed me that they thought I wanted to speak with someone about having a baby and she marched me down to pediatrics where they gave me 15 satchel's of random pills and sent me on my way. Needless to say I feel a bit better!