Asmodeus
07-20-2002, 03:23 PM
Well, originally the plan was for all the teachers to go up into the mountains and have an outside picnic. Which sounded great to me. But…
It was sorta raining. So they decided to go somewhere else. It was still sorta in the mountains, but definatly not outside.
It was some sort of restaurant- one of the damn kinds that you have to take your shoes off to go in and you have to sit on the floor. One of those damn kinds. I will never get used to that. May just be me, but the Koreans seem to be built a bit closer to the ground. That must be why they sit on the floor to eat. For them, it is like getting into or out of a chair. The ground is just right there for them- or something. God I hate it.
1. It makes my knee hurt like hell. And if you have forgotten, it hasn’t been too long ago I had knee surgery, and yes it still hurts.
2. It just seems to me that eating on the floor is unsanitary. People’s feet are not the cleanest part of the body. And who wants whatever yer eating smelling and tasting like toe-jam.
3. For me, being tall etc, it just takes a while for me to get up or down. I knock the table, other people…around. I take up a little more room than most people, especially Koreans.
4. And, if something happens, it just takes you longer to get out the door, or you have to go out barefoot- which I will get into later.
Anyway, we ate some sort of spicy chicken and potatoes, which wasn’t toooo bad. Then came the beef. It was supposed to be barbeque- it wasn’t. But, to Koreans, I guess this would be barbeque. It was beef at least.
It seemed to be like a brisket, sliced real thin, then cooked. It wasn’t bad- at least it wasn’t spicy. No seasoning at all which is how I like beef. Anyway, but, it had way tooooo much grissle. Some mouth fulls you are turning yer head this way and that trying to find somewhere to spit, or at least a direction where no one was watching you so you can rip part of it out of yer mouth so you can swallow it.
Back home, I eat a lot of beef. I like it. I even eat some grissle. But, when the grissel cannot even be cut with a knife- I brought my own this time(brought a knife but forgot the fork), thank you very much, that is some tuff shit.
Enough of that- then we started drinking, or rather we had been drinking during the meal. I downed like 4 big bottles of beer to put out the flames from the chicken. Then I downed like 3 bottles of Soju to try to soften up the beef. I mean take a mouthful of beef, chew it for a while, then take a shot of Soju to soften it up so it won’t get stuck on the way down. Didn’t help very much except for giving me a slight buzz- which I lost cause my knee starting hurting. Thanks…
Then they brought the karyoke machine out. Note: I have done karyoke once, only once in my life and that was at a bar in Amarillo, Texas and I had drunk about a gallons worth to get me to that point for me to do it. I don’t like being in front of people. And I sang “La Grange” by ZZ Top. Has like 15 words in it and I can growl it out…
Anyway, people started to sing. Then we had a lull, no one else wanted to sing, so I brought out my guitar(which I brought along cause I thought we were having an outside picnic, what is an outside picnic without someone playing the guitar?) and played a few songs. People kept trying to stick a microphone in my face for me to sing as well. I play, I don’t sing.
Then people started to sing again and I got to sit down again.
Bad singing, Korean singing, worse singing, Korean singing… etc. It’s perty bad when the top dog boss gets up and starts to cavort around singing in Korean. You have to applaud the fool even though you can’t understand what he is singing. Oh well.
Well, by this time, one of the teachers, Bob, who supposedly never drinks anymore because he has a problem with it, gets raging drunk. He grabs the mike and starts to piss everyone off, etc. You know the type. We get him to sit down and some more people sing for a bit, and he grabs the mike again. We get him to sit again, etc etc.
Finally he gets up and goes outside. A few of the other guys went with him or just happened to go as well, not sure which. The rest of us are just drinking, taking pics, and having a perty good time of it all.
Then all of a sudden, I just happen to took toward the door and see a shadow of what looked like feet go up and over the balcony(the restaurant was on the 2nd floor) and another set of feet dive over to catch whoever had fallen. That’s when I went flying out the door. I had no time to put my boots on, and yes, it was raining.
Bob took a header off the balcony and Colin was the one who dove after him to try to catch him. Luckily Jason was down below and had the good reflexes to catch the stupid SOB before he landed on his head. That’s when I flew down from the stairs to help flip Bob around and put him on his feet. He didn’t even know where he was or what had happened.
He looks at me and says, “Damn, yer a big one aren’t you?”
I look at Jason, shake my head, and walked back inside cause my feet were soaked, and I knew that Colin, Jason and Steve were out there to make sure Bob didn’t do anything worse.
Well, word got inside to the bossman and bosslady and we packed our shit and it was time to leave. Thanks Bob, the one time where I was having a nifty time with a group of people…
Well, we get back on the road, Bob is slapping Colin around trying to fight or something. All I wanted to do was hit him in the ear and knock the idjit out. Then he starts throwing up. Thanks…
Well, we finally get back around where everyone lives and the bus starts dropping people off. It is about 1AM or so. Most of the guys wanted to go to Itewon to party some more. But I, being the oh so cultured gentleman that I am, walked one of the Korean teachers home, ain’t I chivalrous?
I don’t know if the guys went or not. I went home and to bed. I figured with the way Bob acted, who is a very nice guy normally, if I went back out, something worse or stranger would have happened. That and my digital camera was acting up. It didn’t want to take anymore pics.
Oh, and the 1 Korean teacher I wanted to take a pic of, Chelsea, the one I have sorta been going out with, didn’t want me to take a pic of her. DAMMIT!!!!!!!! She is the best looking of the bunch… oh well.
It was sorta raining. So they decided to go somewhere else. It was still sorta in the mountains, but definatly not outside.
It was some sort of restaurant- one of the damn kinds that you have to take your shoes off to go in and you have to sit on the floor. One of those damn kinds. I will never get used to that. May just be me, but the Koreans seem to be built a bit closer to the ground. That must be why they sit on the floor to eat. For them, it is like getting into or out of a chair. The ground is just right there for them- or something. God I hate it.
1. It makes my knee hurt like hell. And if you have forgotten, it hasn’t been too long ago I had knee surgery, and yes it still hurts.
2. It just seems to me that eating on the floor is unsanitary. People’s feet are not the cleanest part of the body. And who wants whatever yer eating smelling and tasting like toe-jam.
3. For me, being tall etc, it just takes a while for me to get up or down. I knock the table, other people…around. I take up a little more room than most people, especially Koreans.
4. And, if something happens, it just takes you longer to get out the door, or you have to go out barefoot- which I will get into later.
Anyway, we ate some sort of spicy chicken and potatoes, which wasn’t toooo bad. Then came the beef. It was supposed to be barbeque- it wasn’t. But, to Koreans, I guess this would be barbeque. It was beef at least.
It seemed to be like a brisket, sliced real thin, then cooked. It wasn’t bad- at least it wasn’t spicy. No seasoning at all which is how I like beef. Anyway, but, it had way tooooo much grissle. Some mouth fulls you are turning yer head this way and that trying to find somewhere to spit, or at least a direction where no one was watching you so you can rip part of it out of yer mouth so you can swallow it.
Back home, I eat a lot of beef. I like it. I even eat some grissle. But, when the grissel cannot even be cut with a knife- I brought my own this time(brought a knife but forgot the fork), thank you very much, that is some tuff shit.
Enough of that- then we started drinking, or rather we had been drinking during the meal. I downed like 4 big bottles of beer to put out the flames from the chicken. Then I downed like 3 bottles of Soju to try to soften up the beef. I mean take a mouthful of beef, chew it for a while, then take a shot of Soju to soften it up so it won’t get stuck on the way down. Didn’t help very much except for giving me a slight buzz- which I lost cause my knee starting hurting. Thanks…
Then they brought the karyoke machine out. Note: I have done karyoke once, only once in my life and that was at a bar in Amarillo, Texas and I had drunk about a gallons worth to get me to that point for me to do it. I don’t like being in front of people. And I sang “La Grange” by ZZ Top. Has like 15 words in it and I can growl it out…
Anyway, people started to sing. Then we had a lull, no one else wanted to sing, so I brought out my guitar(which I brought along cause I thought we were having an outside picnic, what is an outside picnic without someone playing the guitar?) and played a few songs. People kept trying to stick a microphone in my face for me to sing as well. I play, I don’t sing.
Then people started to sing again and I got to sit down again.
Bad singing, Korean singing, worse singing, Korean singing… etc. It’s perty bad when the top dog boss gets up and starts to cavort around singing in Korean. You have to applaud the fool even though you can’t understand what he is singing. Oh well.
Well, by this time, one of the teachers, Bob, who supposedly never drinks anymore because he has a problem with it, gets raging drunk. He grabs the mike and starts to piss everyone off, etc. You know the type. We get him to sit down and some more people sing for a bit, and he grabs the mike again. We get him to sit again, etc etc.
Finally he gets up and goes outside. A few of the other guys went with him or just happened to go as well, not sure which. The rest of us are just drinking, taking pics, and having a perty good time of it all.
Then all of a sudden, I just happen to took toward the door and see a shadow of what looked like feet go up and over the balcony(the restaurant was on the 2nd floor) and another set of feet dive over to catch whoever had fallen. That’s when I went flying out the door. I had no time to put my boots on, and yes, it was raining.
Bob took a header off the balcony and Colin was the one who dove after him to try to catch him. Luckily Jason was down below and had the good reflexes to catch the stupid SOB before he landed on his head. That’s when I flew down from the stairs to help flip Bob around and put him on his feet. He didn’t even know where he was or what had happened.
He looks at me and says, “Damn, yer a big one aren’t you?”
I look at Jason, shake my head, and walked back inside cause my feet were soaked, and I knew that Colin, Jason and Steve were out there to make sure Bob didn’t do anything worse.
Well, word got inside to the bossman and bosslady and we packed our shit and it was time to leave. Thanks Bob, the one time where I was having a nifty time with a group of people…
Well, we get back on the road, Bob is slapping Colin around trying to fight or something. All I wanted to do was hit him in the ear and knock the idjit out. Then he starts throwing up. Thanks…
Well, we finally get back around where everyone lives and the bus starts dropping people off. It is about 1AM or so. Most of the guys wanted to go to Itewon to party some more. But I, being the oh so cultured gentleman that I am, walked one of the Korean teachers home, ain’t I chivalrous?
I don’t know if the guys went or not. I went home and to bed. I figured with the way Bob acted, who is a very nice guy normally, if I went back out, something worse or stranger would have happened. That and my digital camera was acting up. It didn’t want to take anymore pics.
Oh, and the 1 Korean teacher I wanted to take a pic of, Chelsea, the one I have sorta been going out with, didn’t want me to take a pic of her. DAMMIT!!!!!!!! She is the best looking of the bunch… oh well.