Well. I made my first official waiting-for-the-subway-to-reopen trip back from Seoul this morning. I've never lasted all night before. I blame the good company, and the fact that only the tiniest inch of alcohol was involved. Now a slice of chocolate bread with raisins and green tea latte for breakfast and reading myself to sleep, hopefully to wake up in time to make it to Itaewon for book binding lessons and avoiding the boys for another night out here in the pits of hell.
And I don't update four times a day. Three at most. And only sometimes....
- I'm no Picasso
- This is a tale of the seaports where chance brings the traveler: he clambers a hillside and such things come to pass.
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4 comments:
Ah Ha Ha! Glad you made it back alright. Next time I'll make the trip out there and deal with the commute
Looking forward to it. Can't wait to show you all the wonders that Dirty Incheon has to offer.....
Hahah, congrats! I honestly have no idea how I used to do that almost every weekend for a few months last year. I think Hongdae must have sucked out quite of bit of my youthful energy because I can barely make it to 3 or 4 before I start fantasizing about laying in my warm bed.
Yeah the strange thing is, I have no trouble making it well past dawn out here in Incheon, I guess because it's less crowded, loud and intense. But when I'm in Seoul, usually the hard liquor is flowing and I hit about three before I'm either going home to bed or someone's getting punched in the throat for touching me the wrong way. So it's usually best to just head home.
I think I left my truly youthful days back in New York. These days, midnight hits and I'm whining about being sleepy and wasting the next day by sleeping in past 7. Grandmother.
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