Smooth...

Me and Spence were out drinking at a couple of bars Friday night. The last place we went was a small place called Anderson Bar in Gangnam.

I started chatting with two Korean girls and was soon sitting at their table. Matt was soon at the table with us and shots of liquor kept appearing at the table for us. I still don't know who was paying for them. I had one too many and even had the sense to give my last one away but it was too little too late.

I knew I was gonna throw up and I also knew that I wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom. At this point I had a choice to make. I could either run through the bar in an attempt to get outside and likely end up throwing up on someone, or I could to throw up (hopefully) inconspicuously under my seat. I was sitting to the left of the girls and something to the right was temporarily distracting so I made my decision and went for it.

It was a quick one shot vomit session and the Korean girls didn't even notice. I swiftly grabbed a few napkins from the table and cleaned a small bit of splatter from my pants, rinsed my mouth out with beer, pushed the barf under the seat, and carried on like nothing happened.

There was a Newfy girl there with us and she noticed my antics from across the bar. She gave me a "I must admit that was pretty slick" look and laughed. She was the one I gave the shot to that I couldn't drink.

Worked out pretty good. Turns out the girls were sisters, one being my age and the other being Matt's age. The chick who was my age is studying to become a dentist. The other one is a secretary.

I will be calling her soon because I really do need to find myself a sugar momma if I ever plan on moving back to Canada. It ain't like I'll get a teaching job.