Last night Anne and I met to have burritos for dinner and ended up meeting with the Thursday Party boys at a restaurant one of their friend's had just opened. Usually in this kind of situation I end up feeling like I've been hit by a truck because I try and match the boys shot for shot of soju and, let's face it, theyre seasoned soju drinkers and I am not (yet).
Last night the tables finally turned. Yes, I was still wasted but, for once, I wasn't the one passed out at the table. I love that, in Korea, you can pass out anywhere and noone batters and eye :P
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