The first full night of 2013

Well, I made it once again to the bitter end of the night and the subsequent McDonald's Breakwich along with a handful of other firsts. The last full night I spent out in Busan I was stuck with a Korean eating Ramen Noodles in a convenience store looking out on Gwanali Beach, this one was a little rowdier.

It started at a Western Pub with the original Canadian Crew, some birthday celebrations and a siiiiiiiick game called Cards Against Humanity (basically a much more extreme Apples to Apples). I arrived late but this game was an awesome catalyst to catch up.

Then one of those crazy moments happen, when you recognize a guy you haven't seen since you both had really gross hair and 40 hours of community service due before graduation. It blew my mind.

Speedy cab ride into the drinking district and more drinks went down, obviously. I tested out a couple cheesey lines: "If you were a pirate would you have a parrot on this shoulder or this one... oh how did that get there?" As usual when the night runs to the 3am mark the only place to go is Blue Monkey (aka the Bowel Movement). A basement bar stuffed with all the men you can imagine, it might as well be a gay bar, barring the few girls who are busy with their sisterly bonds and the ones who have boyfriends and/or love dancing. Things might have been said, things were done and we filed out and went to the nearest McD's.

I don't remember eating my breakwich, I don't even think it was hot, the hash brown was top 10 though. I knew I just wanted some Korean BBQ. I never got any, kind bummed but since it was 6 in the morning I could take the subway home.

Now one thing I am notorious for is falling asleep in a cab on the way home from the bar.  The same thing happened on the subway. I live at 201 and woke up a 232. It was a very rude wake up call. Even worse, I had to go to the bathroom....

I had it all figured out, I knew how my first squat-pot was going down and it wasn't like this. The instant I realized this was going to happen I remembered I had a spicy lunch. I don't care what other people say, Johnny Cash wrote "Ring of Fire" on the porcelain bowl after too much Mexican food. So here I am moderately drunk and totally sleep-deprived squatting in the bathroom eons away from my apartment wincing through all that spice. The dump felt like a 20 minute endeavor and the jetstream of a flush wiped it away like nothing was ever there.

Back on the subway for an hour ride home.

I made it home, running up the stairs to the street and into my building catching an elevator and riding  up to my apartment to be greeted by the blazing Mr. Sun. I slept for about 3 hours. Now I'm here telling you about a night that turned into morning a little too quickly for my liking. Tip of advice, old or young, give it a shot with the best of friends. You won't regret it unless its on a weekday.