This weekend was an adventure to say the very least. On Friday it was Brandon's birthday and we had a nice little time at the local foreigner bar Red Rock. As I was laying in bed and Mr. Jack Daniels was letting know how mean his sour mash after effects were, Brandon comes to my door to remind me that there was a bachelor party that night and if I was still interested they would be leaving in an hour. UGH! Though I thought going to a movie might be the more responsible thing to do but my curiosity and virile spirit had me in the shower and lacing up my chucks.
We met up with seven other guys that included, Irishmen, Scots, Canadians, and even a couple Americans with the same curious nature including the man of the evening Travis, a physics teacher in China from Newfoundland. His best man also from Newfoundland, named, Paul had quite the little game planned. He gave us all laminated cards to wear around our necks that had a list of 'to-do's' for each objective you got a sticker. You see we were on a serious competition for the evening. Some examples would be, get three kisses from girls and get two stickers or for each beer/shot you slam you get a sticker (can you tell that we are all teachers yet?) and if you do some other ridiculous act that we all agree is dysfunctional and hilarious, you also get some points. So, we hopped on a train to the 5th biggest town in Korea, Gwangju.
On the train we were already into trouble, being silenced by the train ambassador numerous times, only because we were speaking English, not because we were being too loud. Typical circumstances for being in a foreign land. We got our hotel room once we stepped on the Gangju and set out on our night on the town.
We started on a street corner near a Mini-Mart (quick access to alcohol) pulled a random table sitting on the street up and began watching the 'coffee girls'. You see, in Gwangju, there is a unique culture of prostitution run by gangsters. You order 'coffee' and if you like what she has to offer then you make a negotiation, if not, then you pay for the coffee. So, if your into Maxwell House or venereal diseases, your senses can be cured in Gwangju. After darkness hit this town filled with sin, we hit up a traditional Korean restaurant and had some grub, more laughs, and probably too much rice liquor or Soju.
Brandon and I were pretty stuck on having one hell of a good time and though some of the fellas had a little drama, we held our own, we burned past the midnight owls, I obnoxiously obtained pecks on my hairy face from foriengers. Korean girls refused to even reply to my hellos but two did direct us to a nightclub. The SUPER CLUB HOUZE, why they always get the little spelling wrong I have no idea, but B and I walked three floors beneath the Earth into a disco with two thousand Koreans dancing their hearts out, we scared most of them away but managed to get a couple to dance with us...well more like near us.
We called it a night and got to the hotel at about 5 am and crashed. Around 11 am, I heard a knock on the door, I opened my steel eye lids and past the image of my red eyes in the headboard mirror (ask about this and I'll explain its a long story), I saw a woman walking in. I assumed she was coming to ask us to leave so she could clean, Brandon was a little disoriented himself and had no answers to my questions. I leaned over and saw her pulling out a thermos and cups. IT WAS A FREAKING COFFEE GIRL!!! So, we had some coffee and after her pimp who thought he was intimidating us standing all of 5'8'' and weighing in at a strikingly petite 120 lbs with a pink shirt no less, we paid her and she left, THANKS FOR THE COFFEE! We passed on the VD, funny story but I wish a pizza guy had gotten lost instead! There's really another five pages to this story but I thought I would give the highlights. I made some new friends and established deeper roots with friends I have already made, overall this weekend was a blast. Until next time readers.....
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