texas friends, i went a week without drinking.

i’ll give you some time to regroup.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i am, however, aware that i have a reputation to uphold, so last night i went out for trey’s birthday.  i got drunk.

i didn’t know how to get there via bus or subway, so i asked my coworker to write a note for a cab driver in korean.  i planted myself on the street and hailed a cab, got in, told him where i wanted him to go, and gave him the note.  30 minutes and 11000 won later, i was there.

i went in, finally got to see trey, and met a bunch of fun people.  i got a lot of help and advice on living in daejeon.  i got a lot of jack.  i got drunk.  my washing machine was scheduled to be delivered at 9 am this morning, so i started talking about going home around 1. 

as is typical, i ended up having another drink, going to another bar, and drinking there.  i didn’t head home until 3:45 am.  oops!

in all of my korea research, i was already privy to the knowledge that there’s no closing time in korea.  i kind of forgot about that, and did a poor job of pacing myself as a result.  add that to the fact i hadn’t had a drink since last friday and the fact that my stomach was fairly empty, and whoa.  i think korea might kill me.

the cab ride home was awesome.  of course, by awesome, i mean vomit inducing.  i didn’t feel nauseous until i was being propelled at 90 km/h down winding roads.  these winding roads had giant road humps, which the cab driver would speed up to, slam on his brakes at the last minute, and fly over.  my ass lost contact with the car seat a few times.  red lights were ignored.  my stomach was stirred.  ultimately, though, i made it home in one piece with all of my lunch and drinks safely digesting in my stomach.

i made my way up the stairs to my apartment, grabbed my laptop, and got online while sitting on my bed.  i put the laptop away when i woke up after passing out while sitting upright.  i went to bed and fell asleep.

i woke up at 9:45 to the sound of my boss banging on my door.  i rolled out of bed, still drunk, and let him and the washing machine guy in.  luckily for me, the hot water connector was broken, so i still have to wait even longer before i can wash my clothes.  i have plenty of clothes, but i’m going to run out of socks in a day or two.  just call me stinky feet tanner.

they left, i hung out for awhile, and around 1 i decided to sleep off my remaining drunkenness.  i didn’t wake up until 6!  i was kind of pissed, because now that i’m armed with my bus route map, i was ready to go explore.  but this is another 3 day weekend, so it’s fine.  i’ll go explore tomorrow.

i’m also going to costco tomorrow!  why am i so excited about that?  call me a nerd, but i am.  time to stock up on some food.  i’m hoping i can at the very least find things to make quesadillas.  i’m really missing my mexican food!

oh, i almost forgot.  i had my health check yesterday afternoon.  my boss drove me to the hospital, where they checked my blood pressure, took 4 vials of blood, checked my hearing, my vision, my teeth, my heartbeat, my height, and my weight.  the good:  my heart is still beating, i’ve lost 7 lbs, and i can see and hear well.  bad news:  my blood pressure was sky high!  it wasn’t even in the prehypertension stage, it was in the stage 1 hypertension range.  i’m convinced it’s because of everything i’ve been dealing with.  everything i do lately puts me in a super high state of anxiety.  anxious, anxious, anxious.  i can feel my blood pounding whenever i leave the house.  i’m not unhappy, it’s just really scary walking around a place so different.  so i blame my high blood pressure on that.  also, they couldn’t get the vein in my arm, to they took my blood from the top of my damn hand.  it hurt!  it still feels bruised, too.  they didn’t even give me a hello kitty bandage like i wanted!  :(

ultimately, i had a really good friday to complete my first full week here in korea.  how fantastic!