Conclusion to why I’m such a loser and fini to this blog
So it’s been a while. I’ve been meaning to finish this blog but I just haven’t had the time or felt like it. I woke up at 3 this morning feeling like I couldn’t go back to sleep. After tossing and turning for an hour I decided I should get up and be productive.
As some of you know I moved into my new place mid-December. I’ve been busy with enjoying my life and applying to law school. I put this blog aside as I no longer live at mom’s. But people want to know one or two things, why I’m such a loser and whether I’m going to keep this blog going.
Let’s get the loser thing out of the way. Obviously my memory is going to be a little bit hazy on this subject. It’s been a little while since I’ve been to South Korea so the sequence of events may not be accurate.
Also I’d like to say there has been a fair amount of interest in this blog series. Some people are shocked I’d call myself a loser, disappointed even. Others are enjoying it for their own selfish, self-serving reasons. Be it out of a spiteful enjoyment or a voyeuristic-schaudenfraude appetite.
To both groups: it’s not what you think. Basically it went like this, we had an awesome time in South Korea hiking this awesome fucking mountain. All along the path up were Buddhist temples and at all these temples were ample amounts of kimchi being made.
This particular temple was for a woman deity.
It was a beautiful mountain and man were there a lot of South Koreans on that mountain.
Not just young kids hiking this mountain but straight up people in their hundreds running up this mountain past this group of foreign youngsters. It was pretty amazing.
Awesome right?
Hiking is apparently one of the national sports of South Korea, who knew? Anyways after the hike we went with Robin’s cousin down to this incredible duck barbeque place. The place ruled.
Best meal by far
We enjoyed our time there drinking an alcoholic beverage called Makoli and eating some of the best kimchi I had yet. May have been the best meal in South Korea thus far. After that we asked Robin’s cousin to take us to a spa. This is a past time that Korean’s love.
Basically you pay like 5 bucks and go into this awesome place that has saunas, steam rooms, rooms made of rock, 4 different hot tubs, a cold pool, a therapeutic hot tub, showers, massages, barbers, aroma rooms, a movie theater, places to sleep, a cafeteria, video games, a gym, and a library. You can spend all day at these places and even sleep over. Coed so you can hang out with your hunny.
It was at this place our story takes fruition. After spending the most awesome time hanging out with a bunch of naked South Korean dudes, we left the sauna and headed back to our CouchSurfing spot. We get back and I realize I don’t have my $2,000 watch my dad gave me. Fuck. Luckily we’re staying with someone who speaks Korean so I have her call up the place.
Our CouchSurfing Hosts
It was late at this point and the people on staff said to call back in the morning, there was nothing in the lost and found. At this point I’m like well fuck. This cheap trip has just cost me an extra $2,000. No way is that watch going to last until morning.
The next morning we call and they go look in the locker. Nothing there they say, sorry two people have since used that locker and may have taken it. I’m like wait, ask i they checked the shoe locker, because I may have put it all the way back in there. Presto motherfuckers, it was there. Joy! I LOSE something that big in Korea and I find it.
After we left our CouchSurfer’s home we head into this awesome hotel in the artisan area of Seoul. Lots of galleries and awesomeness. On the second night of that hotel we go to this area where all these young Koreans are to drink. We walk up into a bar that had this fucking crazy name like Remote Control bar or some shit.
It’s tiny with a bunch and full of Koreans. We sit down and on the TV the bartender is playing all these old school rock songs from America. We are drunk. This guy is flamboyant and gay.
We order drinks, we brought in food, and we start singing the songs really loud. The bartender fucking loves this. He gives us the remote and asks gives us songs to choose and we have a grand old time. The bartender was WAAAAYYYY drunk. He gave us all kinds of free drinks and food. It was an awesome bar. We head back to the hotel and I realize I left my bag with my passport at the bar. Motherfucker not again. It’s like 2 in the morning, I decided to head back. I don’t know how we found the bar again, because finding anything in Seoul is like winning the lottery. I walk in all drunk and the bartender is standing in the doorway with my bag, waiting for me. He gives me a hug and I thank him and we go on our way.
At this point we’re all fucking amazed. I mean, I lost my watch and found it with the greatest of luck. I lost my passport and somehow we found the bar and the bartender was waiting for us to hand it back over. I felt really fortunate. My friend Jon, like the asshole he is, says you should write a blog about how you’re such a loser. So there it is.
I am a loser in the sense that I lost things, not that I hate myself. I fucking love myself. I mean, I’ve been really happy recently. Like that’s a big deal. I was sitting in my apartment and got this feeling, I had to google it to make sure. But it turned out that I am happy. I haven’t been happy in years.
I applied to law school, I’ve lost over 60 pounds, and I have my own place. I am fucking awesome. Why would I ever think I’m a loser in the sense that people do on TV? Pssh. Suckers the lot of you who assumed otherwise.
Korea had a lot more stories but I waited too long to recount them. If you wanna know more just ask me.
Now am I going to continue with this blog? Probably not. I don’t live at mom’s anymore. So yea, I may start something else or finish another before I come back to this shit. Thanks for reading this blog over the years guys. I may be back so keep me on those Google readers.
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I kept waiting for you to puke in a hot tub or something.
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