Why did I have such an awesome weekend? What made this weekend different from others?
Let's sit down and disect what constitutes a fucken wicked weekend, shall we?
1. I got to see friends I haven't seen in months, either because they were too busy, became an "old man", lived too far away, or because they were couped up hibernating during winter while penning the great American novel.
Luckily for me, the stars aligned, and I got to see my favourite queer on his 21st birthday while eating quite possibly the Best Mexican food in South Korea while sipping on schooner sized margaritas at noon time.
I got to see my other friend: my backpack traveller, Guinness-drinking, football-loving Irishman.
And I got to see my bike-riding, Incheon-living, Bangkok blogging favourite New Yorker.
1.5. I got to hang out with my bestie and my new Busan buddy who has the nicest arms in Asia.
2. It was the Pride Parade. No one wishes they were gay more than I do. Damn my heterosexual tendencies. I wish gay people ran the world.
3. It was the start of World Cup and yes, I don't like sports, but I do like comraderie and feeling like I am a part of a team. I like being mashed in between thousands of red clad Koreans in the pouring rain outside City Hall watching a game on a giant screen so far away from me, I cannot see anything, while cheering as loud as I can, while taking pictures with locals, and meeting other foreigners.
4. I got to obnoxiously blow a loud horn in a red sea of Korean soccer supporters over and over and over again.
5. I got to drink in public...for a reason.
6. I watched more soccer matches in one night than in my entire life. I saw David Beckham's face flash across a giant screen and screamed "He's so hot!" only to be met by looks of disgust and disappointment from all the men in the bar.
7. I smoked my first PrimeTime since getting here, offered to me by Ryan Gosling.
8. Some really cute guy in a black ADDIDAS sweatshirt spilled beer on my shoe. He said "hold on one moment" and went to deliver the beer, came back, got on his knees, took off my shoe, and cleaned it on his sweater, replaced the shoe, and apologized. Quite possibly one of the kindest male moments ever.
9. At 3am in the morning during the USA and England match-up, I got to throw as many American insults out as I could and not get punched in the face.
10. And most importantly, this was a fucken wicked weekend because nothing in this world makes me more happy than drinking with friends on a Saturday night.
A birthday lunch with my favourite gay.
The best margarita.
That's what she said
Gay and proud.
Alberto and me.
Bobert and me
It's an umbrella. Ha! I tricked you.
My beer-drinking soulmate
My bestie 4 Eva
SPORTS!
yay to getting mentioned. Hahah I love number 6. I wish I was there for that awkward moment!
ReplyDeleteSo what happened that night? Sorry I left ya'll at the plaza but I'm sure Ian told you.
Did you end up at Roofers? We should really share stories about that night. Good times.