One for the Books

Just finishing off day two of the cleanse. Already sick of lemon juice, maple syrup and cayenne, plus the cayenne makes me sneeze! Definetly was bitter with my kids today from it, but then again, they probably deserved it.

Had a pretty "interesting" weekend. We had a small feast at Heidi's for Chandrie's birthday with some yummy Costco sushi, crab and spinach dip, cheesy nachos, and a peanut butter chocolate ice cream cake to finish it off. After the food we headed downtown for some flavored hookah (which the bar was out of), and then off to JRock for some dancing and shenanigans. Shenanigans were out of control, let me tell you. I've debated writing this for the past few days cause I don't want mom flying over to Korea in a panic, but I decided to go in favor of some entertaining writing and will deal with the aftermath later. (if i call home again ;P)

Anyhow, the bar was packed and there were quite a few unfamiliar faces around for the early part of the night (early being one in the morning), and somebody went up behind me and put his hand up my skirt. Very angrily, I turned around and promptly dumped his beer on him. He didn't respond too kindly to that and he pushed me onto a table, breaking a few glasses and drawing lots of attention. Andrew, my coworker, happened to be right there and ended up hitting the guy, and Chris, the owner quickly had the guy thrown out, but it was a crazy couple of moments. Things went smoothly for the next few hours until somebody found out that the guy who had started it all was Russian and was waiting for Andrew outside with a few of his friends. Needless to say, I was upset and worried, and there were lots of foreigners around the bar saying they had Andrew's back. Fortunatley by the time they left after five there was nobody waiting outside. I swear mom, bars aren't normally like that here!

The next day was beautiful so I ended up going on a motorcycle ride to a nearby mountain in Daejeon and that was lots of fun. Afterwards I went back to Chris and Ron's place (where the eighties party was the week before) to collect some dishes I had left there; among the dishes was a pretty blue stone plate that I bought while in Bali at Christmas. So Chris, Ron and I were walking down the street and I (very embarassingly) tripped over my own two feet, crashing to the ground, breaking the blue plate, skinning two wrists and a knee, as well as bruising the other knee. I'm pretty sure it was one of the most embarrassing things I've done in quite a while. And now I need to go back to Bali to replace the plate, anyone wanna come?

By the time I got home on Sunday night, I was in need of a good rest, couldn't walk, and was almost welcoming the normalcy of a Monday morning. Okay not quite, I was tempted to call in sick, but whatever, my kids are terrors, you can't blame me for that.

So definetly one of the most interesting weekends in quite awhile, this weekend coming is sure to be less interesting being that I can't drink or eat. Booo.....