Wrap up!

Well how much can one person work before they crack? Somehow, I think they were looking to find that. Anyway, I really wanted to come home with gifts for friends and family, instead, I barely had time to sleep and eat my last two weeks! I do have to say, that I sent poor Teresa home hungover. I think Stacie was a little hungover, so why not return my favor to them and be hungover myself? I basically went out, and tried to see how many tequila shots and beers I could have in one night. I was successful. I finally did not lose the drinking contest with myself, instead, relatively chill night. I ended up going to a handful of bars/clubs in town that were in a very trendy, classy, and rich neighborhood. Ferraris and Maseratis lined the streets like Toyotas and Hondas do in Seattle. It was interesting. You all know how I dress, so I looked like a total scrub wandering in and out of these different clubs. It was nice.

Did much else really happen? Well, my quest for the perfectly tailored suit came up short. I never made it home with Soju. In fact, work got in the way of all kinds of everything. I didn't make it to the Sit n Spin restaurant, nor the women's university portion of town. I do recall waking up in a panic the morning of my flight about 10 minutes before I was supposed to check out. That poor bag was crammed full, and I still am not sure if I possibly left something behind or not. Then I went and had a delicious McDonalds breakfast, and yes it is EXACTLY the same. Trip to the bus, then off and up out to the airport. Boy Incheon is a million miles from Seoul, and yes I know I said that before. But you know how sometimes when its your first time somewhere it seems longer than it really is? Well, it was still really far!

Anyway, boredom at the airport, hours, then 747 to LAX. Crap, am I gonna be sandwiched? Nope! No one in front of me, behind me, or next to me, AWESOME!!! So amazingly enough I think I scam about 3 hours of sleep. Then, LAX, gosh that airport sucks! Get out of the international terminal and take the tram or trolley to my next terminal...NO, LAX SUCKS!!! No tram? No nothing? What a ghetto fabulous airport, send it south and a little more central and that is what LAX is! To top off my hatred of LA, why not have me sit in LAX for 3.5 hours!!! Oh, phone messages, "you owe us money," "where are you," you know the usual when you un-ass a country overnight. Anyway, how can we top this miserableness, why not cram this freakishly tall body into the smallest plane ever! I was dragging my shoulder down the ceiling. And throw in an entire plane that has to GO, and there being only one bathroom, and why not be next to the bathroom? Awesome.

Well thank goodness, its not late, get to Seattle, bag comes quick, ride comes quick, zero traffic, and time for beers. Ahh, I needed that hot duchess action. A bunch of people showed, even better, hard to say hello and hang with them all, but think I did an alright job. A little weirded out by one, maybe thats just my sis talking, bet she's right. Eh, whatever. Top it all off with sleeping about 15 hours, and you've wrapped up a long and eventful trip. Best part is, its probably happening again soon. Well, more info will be here if it does! TTYL.

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