The weather was warm, the darts were hot, the beer was cold. And I’ve got the pictures to prove it!

The “express” version of the Line 1 train got us to Seojungri station (one stop past our destination) in about an hour…

…and so our group of fellow travelers commenced to satiate that hunger. “Movie Star Midori” insisted that we drink as well as eat, so we did that too…

With several hours to go before the tourney we wisely switched from beverages containing alcohol to those with caffeine…

Chock full of coffee we moved to Xenis bar to begin the ever important pre-tourney ritual of contemplation and partaking of “aiming fluid”…

After a long hard night of drinking darting, I came away with second place money, no small thanks to my partner, a great local darter named Tony. I’m not sure just how many vodka bombs he insisted we drink, but it was a lot!
At this point my phone/camera battery gave up the ghost. The tournament ended at midnight and we then taxied to Pyeongteak to catch a train home. The train didn’t leave until 0230, so we had us some Frypan chicken (and beer) to pass the time. Got to our Gireum apartment around 0400, slept a deep and satisfying sleep, then it was back into Itaewon for the Sunday Singles League match that I had the good fortune to win. The nephew then came by and treated us a nice samgyapsal dinner (with beer and soju) which put a nice exclamation point on a drunken darting weekend!
Life is good. Unless you’re my liver.