"I loike yew. You're butiful"
So last night was one of those really great nights where nothing special is happining and you just decide to go out and have a pint at your favourite watering hole to pass the time. It's a Wednesday night and you don't expect anything speacial to happen, in fact your quite certain the place will be dead, you'll have a smoke and exactly one drink and then leave, go to bed early, be a sensible member of society.
And then you arrive to find it's Poker night and the place is jam packed with men; ratio 20:1. Yeeeaah. That's how it was last night. John came with us as well but he ducked out early. Louise and I played some pool, chatted with the men, Louise drank too much on an empty stomach but I was alright. When she got up this morning her head was spinning and she was in a bad state; kept forgetting things and couldn't stand up for too long.
I played some pretty decent pool with this British guy who kinda liked me (mind you he was pissed) and he kept saying: "I loike yew. You're beautiful" over and over again. Normally, I would've told him to shut up and bugger off but he was so enthusiastic it was kind of charming almost. Louise (that little vixen) was talking to his friends; a hilarious guy from The Isle (meaning Ireland) and this other guy from the U.S. used to be in the military. We stayed until closing time and then went to Norebong (singing room) with the guys. I sang "dontcha" but it was just b.a.d. Mostly we couldn't figure out how the karaoke machine worked (or the songs listed just weren't in the computer) so we just sang sans machine while the british guy played the tamberines -- clearly for the first time ever in his life. Louise, no longer hardcore (having been sofened by her travels in India) fell victim to the drink and literally passed out in the booth, snoring and all. The American soldier guy had his chin in his chest until he suddenly anncounced: "sorry guys I've gotta go. I gotta go" and stumbled out. So I was left with the british guy (still going on about how he liked me and how beautiful I was -- now with the additional admission of his own good looks as well: "You're good looking, I"M good looking!") and the Irish guy serenading us with songs from his homeland.
Was the rowdiest night out I've had since I've been here plus my first time to Karaoke room in Korea; found it almost identical to the ones I'd been to in China btw. I woke louise up, gave her a minuite to wipe the drool off her chin and hoped in a taxi home.
Needless to say, we didn't do much today. I didn't drink too much at all but louise was a shitty mess this morning. hehehehe.
