Ah, yes. The birthday and I had an excellent time this weekend. I was a little apprehensive about this one because I’m now a dinosaur among a bunch of little youngins, but it was one of the best weekends I’ve had here thus far. Everyone made it so special, well, I mean, everyone except for the liquid Mexican; as usual, that one just made me want to punch the sky.
On Friday night, we could not get downtown fast enough. With two co-workers on vacation, it was the longest week ever. Once we were downtown, we scarfed down some Korean bbq and then started jumping around from place to place. I stalked up on my favorite treat: little colorful lollypops. Some people smoke and some people suck. I chose the latter. Our usual hangout spot was full to the brim with heavily inebriated women. At midnight, the official start of my birthday, things just started getting ridiculous. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say I made several people bleed that night, and I woke up the next morning with Athena drumming in my skull.
On Saturday, we’d bought tickets to this music fest in Daejon. All of the proceeds go to charity, but the concert didn’t start until 4. So we decided to grab lunch at the Vietnamese restaurant first. The food, as usual was one delicious rainbow, but I did end lunch on a highly stupid note. Walking out of the bathroom I tripped and flew headfirst over the bench with a scream. But I have a sinus infection, so my scream was really like a guttural moose noise, which didn’t help my cause much. After taking the bus to Daejon, there was a hysterical taxi fiasco. We tried to tell the first cab the name of the venue; he didn’t know it and told us to get out. Taxi cab one. The next four didn’t know the place either and told us to go. The fifth one drove by us and shook his head. Finally, the sixth one picked us and up and took us there. The actual venue was deserted when we got there, but there were some friendly roller derby girls who invited me to join their team. I’m thinking there’s a pun in there somewhere, considering this invitation was also extended to me in the ladies room. The first band was Korean death metal, or the Diet Coke version of it. It was…interesting. The next band was from Cheongju, the Primary, and I’d actually watched them perform the weekend earlier, so they were great. Come on, they have a cello player. What is better than that? We stayed a bit longer at that place and then found a bar across the street, Hello Taxi. We played some saucy cards games there and ate some pretzels before heading back into Cheongju. We broke a few taxi rules doing. Usually, you can only have four people in the cab and there were five of us. However, we all piled into it and promised him $50 if he drove us anyways. I slept for most the way back; I think I was the only one comfortable in the crammed backseat. Back in the Ju, we met at the British pub, Pearl Jam and had a snack before yet heading to another bar for some live music and dancing. I danced a bit here and there, and our last stop was at our favorite hangout. I won a game of darts and earned a victory drink, and then this best birthday ended with fried chicken and pizza. I won $50 over dinner due to winning a bet, but I settled for a toy police car.
Sunday was much easier to stomach and I met some friends for brunch. I was still stuffed from the late night pizza breakfast, but I took pictures. Then we went to a DVD bong, which is a seriously sketchy hallway full of dark rooms with doors that only a hobbit would enjoy. In each dark room, there is a bed, a blanket and a big screen television. We watched Happy Feet and made horribly inappropriate jokes about having a UV light in the room. Shudder. It’s best not to thing about it. Thank you, Korea, for an awesome birthday weekend.