Crazy Weekend

This weekend was indeed a crazy one.

On Friday, I was in high spirits all the time. It was a type of enthusiasm that I was lucky enough to have remain with me until I woke up this morning. I'm sure that the fact that it's Sunday today would explain where my enthusiasm went. Now I am going to launch paragraphs at you which explain how enthusiasm got replaced by hangover.

First up, Friday. The day went well enough and school went extremely well. After work, we decided to go downtown to catch the first game of the World Cup: South Africa and Mexico. The game ended in a tie. Nachos, poutine, and beer were consumed that night. Don't worry though, only small amounts of each were consumed.

The more exciting day had to be Saturday. I awoke again, still in my good mood. I figured, "Why don't I pre-drink - alone - before we actually go out." What a recipe for disaster. Half a liter of soju later, I met up with everyone downtown and was the only one who was drunk before we got there. We found a decent spot to watch the game outdoors and had a great time. South Korea beat Greece 2:0, good times. Some more beer was destroyed and then we went to a bar somewhere. There I had more beer and then my recollection of the night got hazier in the sense that I couldn't remember why I was doing the stuff I was doing. For instance, I went to the bathroom - the women's bathroom - took a piss and then left, noticing only on the way out. Alex was partly to blame though because when I got there I noticed him going out of it. I guess he was feeling pretty good too. Also, I tried to tongue kiss someone, I can't remember who or why, by sticking my tongue out, moving it around like a snake, and then trying to walk into them. God, what a mess I was. Things got a little more tame later in the evening and I think I started to realize that I was acting a little too silly. We went to norebang, I sang Drive by Incubus, and then left with Nick, Stacey, Campbell, and his brother for some reason. We ended up at another pub and along the way I vaguely remember telling Campbell's brother that if a woman was mean to him that he should give her the finger, tell her to suck his penis, and call her a "fucking cunt." Yeah, that happened. He knew I was super loaded and thought it was hilarious but yeah...That actually happened. The next thing I knew, we were cabbing back and then I went home, fell backwards getting into my doorway and got a nice little fricton burn from scraping my arm a little bit on the wall.

Anyway, the concensus is that maybe I should cut back a little next time. Or just not to pre-drink before epic drinking. That might be a good idea.

So that's how I went from elated to hungover within 24 hours. All in all, though, it was a very fun and productive weekend. I bought a red jersey at Adidas to commemorate the event. It's kind of the in-thing to wear at Korean soccer games. It was only $20 too. Not bad at all.

Until next time!