Last night we wrapped up the Chuseok holiday celebration with a visit to my brother-in-law’s beer and chicken hof in Wolgok.

It’s the first time I’ve been there (he opened a couple of months ago. It’s a clean, well-lighted place. The chicken was tasty and the beer was cold…

The nephew joined us and we were the only miguks in the neighborhood, quite the change from Itaewon….

Justin was quite the hit with the extended Korean family as they enjoyed and appreciated his ability to speak Korean. I was glad he was there to provide interpretation so as not to be left out due to my ignorance.

And this was BEFORE I started drinking copious amounts of soju…

Yep, I shoulda stuck with beer.  I’m not sure how many bottles were consumed, but it proved to be too much.  The thing about soju is that it sneaks up on you.  I had no idea just how drunk I was until the taxi dropped us off at the abode.  As soon as I hit the bed, the room was spinning.  I got up to hit the bathroom and promptly lost my balance and went crashing into the dresser.  Except for a largish scratch on my back I got up relatively unscathed, and stumbled my way to the toilet.  Where I promptly deposited the undigested remnants of the fried chicken and pork I had earlier consumed.  Then I just laid on the bathroom floor to be near my new best friend.  I guess I passed out because Jee Yeun tells me I was in there for a couple of hours.

Anyway, I felt okay this morning and made it into work on time.  Seriously though, getting that wasted is ridiculous.  At least I didn’t embarrass myself until I was safely ensconced at the house.  Jee Yeun was not pleased of course and sternly told me “no more soju!” I’m certainly in no position to argue the point.  Lesson learned!