Well, this weekend was a sure sign that I spent entirely too much money on my trip. I was only able to go out on Friday night. Of course, Biz is down in Cheju-do (Cheju Island) enjoying his weekend off. Anyways, I headed out at around 9 PM and went straight for the Crew. (I just had to go and see Momma.) And on the way there, I noticed that traffic was extremely light. And there weren’t a lot of people in the shopping area on the way to the Crew. I didn’t think that it was a Korean holiday, but wasn’t sure.
I found out what was going on when I got to the Crew. There was a World Cup game, with South Korea playing Bosnia, on the TV there. (The TV is new since the last time I was there.) Well, Momma and her daughter both give me big hugs when I get there. (And Momma grabbed my ass! Dirty old woman!!!) Plus there is a new bartender on Friday nights. And she is cute! Her name is Helen. (Well, at least her English name. Don’t know what her real name is, yet. That’s why I don’t feel too bad about putting her name here.) Of course I get my usual drink, screwdrivers. And Momma’s daughter tells Helen to make it for me. And I’ll tell you what; she knows how to make them strong. (I think I’m in love.) So, I kept having her get my drinks for me.
A little later mine, and Biz’s, Aussie friend shows up, sans his girl. (They’re on a month long break for now. She didn’t show ‘cause she was in Viet Nam. Hope I get to see her next week to say good bye.) And we bullshit for a while, when someone grabs me from behind. Luckily for both of us, I heard him laugh just as he grabbed me, and recognized him. It was Kid. And of course, he had to hear about my trip, and then complain that I wasn’t there when his family came out. But, almost in the same breath, he says he’s glad I didn’t get to meet hi sister. (I’ve seen pics. Pretty cute.) At around 1 AM we head out to Communes. (A pure teacher bar.) We get there and one of my Kiwi friends (the male one) is there in a contest. I start helping him and his team with the contest, getting one that no one else in the place knew. (Sweet it is to die for my country. It was in Latin, and is pure bullshit. Better to make them die for theirs.) And started talking with some of the other teachers there, who were quite surprised to find a GI in their midst.
After the contest, we went to another teacher bar, one I’ve been to before, once, Thunderbird. And, Kid, myself, and a few others hung out there for a little bit. I ran into Kiwi there. She’s been feeling extremely bad lately; a friend of her’s is in a coma here. And so, she was pretty drunk. She told me the same thing four times because she didn’t remember telling me before. And I ran into Helen there and we talked a little bit. (Too bad this weekend is my last one here.) She’s seems pretty well put together. (Mentally, at least. I can see that physically, she IS well put together.) Kid picked up this girl from Mississippi that I had first met about 8 months ago. Funny thing about this place was this one guy hanging around. He was an American, and pretty drunk. First he tried to pick up Kiwi, (And was blatantly obvious about it, and about trying for the really drunk girls.) until she decided that she needed to go eat. He tried to go along, but she flat out told him to stay there. She’s not dumb (not like NB) not by a long shot. So, this guy then decides to try for the girl that Kid is working on. Just hanging out and trying to butt into the conversation, and getting completely ignored. Until he had enough. I have to say; at least he was smart enough to know to just leave instead of starting a fight. He would have been through. (I was quite sober by this time.) Well, Kid left with that girl, and I hung out a little bit longer talking to a few more teacher friends of mine, until it was time that I could go home.
I get home and go to sleep. And for the rest of the weekend, I just played around on my laptop and got stuff ready for the movers, who get here on Friday. I can’t believe that my year is just about over. One year already! I don’t know right now if I’m going to continue this blog, or not. I want to so that people can keep up on what is going on with me. But, lets face it, my life isn’t even remotely interesting. And when I get back to Ft. Campbell, I’m not going to be in the same unit that I’ve been in for the past 7 years. I’ll be going back to my first unit, the 101st. So, my life will be even more boring. And if I do continue this, there will be a noticeable change to the content. But we will have to see.
I’ll see ya’ll later.
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