The struggles in getting to the airport in time
Ok Little Ones,
It has been a couple of weeks since I last wrote. And an eventful couple of weeks it has been too. Now I am going to share them with you. My sister arrived two weeks ago and I had to go to Seoul to meet her, having also pencilled in a lunch date with my Seoul-based mate, Sam, for the same day. Therefore it was pretty much inevitable that I would be in the bar the night before and only succeed in dragging myself out of it around 5.30am. Things had got pretty messy pretty early on- on the way to the first bar we had bumped into Russell and his girlfriend- when the barman allowed one of our number behind the bar to mix up her own cocktails (given the amount of empty bottles generated by our visit it was no real surprise that the bar went bust just two weeks later). Once the stocks in the first bar had been depleted it was time to move to our usual haunt, Bumpin. Despite my protests (voiced so quietly that even I seemed blissfully unaware of them) things progressed quickly and before I knew what was going on, I was in a cab going home hours before sunrise.
Things were still very blurry when I peeled my head off the pillow at 11 the next morning to answer the phone- only to discover that I was still quite drunk- I asked Rory (for t’was himself who had woken me) if he had any Tylenol. He laughed, said no, and told me that he had some eggs though and was somehow still surprised when I promptly invited myself over for breakfast. This was the first good idea of the day and not that last- though the hardest to carry out.
I can only imagine that I looked as pathetic as I felt when I arrived at Rory’s as he made no objection to me taking a quick nap while he cooked me an egg sandwich. It took me a while to get off the bed but soon enough I was asleep on the bus on the way to Seoul. It took me nearly an hour to get from the bus terminal to Insadong when I arrived in Seoul by which time I only had half anhour to spend with Sam- conveniently the exact amount of time that it takes to leg it to Ben and Jerry’s and scoff a bowl of Phish Food. Sam and her mates put me on the bus to the airport and gave me such a good send off that even I began to believe that I was going somewhere more exciting than terminal one.
An hour and a half later I was at the airport where I had my second and last reat idea of the day- which was to stay somewhere near the airport for the night. Given that we had an 8.30 flight the next morning I guess that I should have thought of this earlier. But my mind has always been more creative than logical. Ah well. A couple of hours later both self and sis were safely ensconced in a ‘comportable’ room as promised by the brochure. The motel man not only picked us up from the airport but also took us back there the next morning.
It has been a couple of weeks since I last wrote. And an eventful couple of weeks it has been too. Now I am going to share them with you. My sister arrived two weeks ago and I had to go to Seoul to meet her, having also pencilled in a lunch date with my Seoul-based mate, Sam, for the same day. Therefore it was pretty much inevitable that I would be in the bar the night before and only succeed in dragging myself out of it around 5.30am. Things had got pretty messy pretty early on- on the way to the first bar we had bumped into Russell and his girlfriend- when the barman allowed one of our number behind the bar to mix up her own cocktails (given the amount of empty bottles generated by our visit it was no real surprise that the bar went bust just two weeks later). Once the stocks in the first bar had been depleted it was time to move to our usual haunt, Bumpin. Despite my protests (voiced so quietly that even I seemed blissfully unaware of them) things progressed quickly and before I knew what was going on, I was in a cab going home hours before sunrise.
Things were still very blurry when I peeled my head off the pillow at 11 the next morning to answer the phone- only to discover that I was still quite drunk- I asked Rory (for t’was himself who had woken me) if he had any Tylenol. He laughed, said no, and told me that he had some eggs though and was somehow still surprised when I promptly invited myself over for breakfast. This was the first good idea of the day and not that last- though the hardest to carry out.
I can only imagine that I looked as pathetic as I felt when I arrived at Rory’s as he made no objection to me taking a quick nap while he cooked me an egg sandwich. It took me a while to get off the bed but soon enough I was asleep on the bus on the way to Seoul. It took me nearly an hour to get from the bus terminal to Insadong when I arrived in Seoul by which time I only had half anhour to spend with Sam- conveniently the exact amount of time that it takes to leg it to Ben and Jerry’s and scoff a bowl of Phish Food. Sam and her mates put me on the bus to the airport and gave me such a good send off that even I began to believe that I was going somewhere more exciting than terminal one.
An hour and a half later I was at the airport where I had my second and last reat idea of the day- which was to stay somewhere near the airport for the night. Given that we had an 8.30 flight the next morning I guess that I should have thought of this earlier. But my mind has always been more creative than logical. Ah well. A couple of hours later both self and sis were safely ensconced in a ‘comportable’ room as promised by the brochure. The motel man not only picked us up from the airport but also took us back there the next morning.
posted by Helen @ 10:54 AM
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