all signs point to yes.

As I noted in this post, last week I walked out on my team over what amounted to nothing more than a misunderstanding (and my being a dick about it).  After stewing on it all week I made the decision to rejoin the team in time for last night’s action at the Friends bar.  I reviewed the joint back in 2009, and let’s just say things have not improved.  In fact, it is the only venue I have seen that still allows smoking inside, a direct contravention of Korean law.  But then, the bartender’s poodle sat on the bar for most of the night which must violate some health law or another.  “Rules?  We don’t need no stinkin’ rules” would be an appropriate motto for this establishment, which not so coincidentally is located smack dab in the middle of Hooker Hill.

Anyway, I’m not complaining.  Much.  I played well enough to go 3-3 in my singles matches, and 3-0 with my doubles partner.  They are a strong all-Korean team so it was gratifying to take home a dominating 27-12 victory.  It was a fun night and everyone got along affirming that my decision to stick by my commitment to this team was the right one.

I rarely venture up “the Hill” these days.  But there was a time when I spent many hours in a tiny little bar called Debut.  I dropped by for a quick beer on my way home.  Nothing stays the same I suppose.  Not even me.

This photo of me on the Debut Wall of Shame Fame circa 2006 is still there. The person I was back then has moved on. (I’m the guy in the suit and tie if you’re wondering).

And the journey continues.  Stay tuned.