Goin’ down…

The big event of this day that is now drawing to a close was my journey to the commissary to restock the larders.  Turns out Saturday afternoon was not my best decision.  The commissary itself was fine, didn’t even have to wait in line for a checker.  And when I exited the store there was a taxi waiting for a fare.  So, I gave him one to Ichon station.  And that’s when it got dicey.  The first train to come by was jammed packed, almost like morning rush hour.  I saw there was another train coming in four minutes, so I opted for that one.  Alas, it was every bit as full as the preceding train.  So with a backpack full of canned goods, a freezer bag, and a large re-usable shopping bag I squeezed on in.  And wound up standing for the entire trip.  Now, I could have just had the taxi carry me all the way to Gireum I suppose, but for some reason I just can’t bring myself to spend W20,000 to carry groceries home.  Although I have no problem dropping that much (or more) at the bar on darts night.  Priorities.

Speaking of darts, I threw some lousy drunken darts last night.  It was a bit of a fiasco, as I got caught “crop dusting” more than once.  I was too drunk to be embarrassed at the time, but was full of regrets this morning.

Anyway, the over-indulgence seems to be a recurring issue on Friday nights.  The problem being I finish work at 4:00 and have no where to go except the bar to await the 7:30 start of the tourney.  So, that’s three or four beers before I even start playing, and truthfully three or four ought to be my limit period.  You’d think at my age I would have learned the value of moderation.  Well, I will try to do better in the future.

Alrighty then, let’s call it a night.