So I'm minding my business as usual, in this instance, I happen to be filling out an online survey about my orientation here in the lovely Chuncheon. Out of nowhere, Susie(a character all on her own), asks me if I want to be in 'a couple pictures'. Mama Suz, as I'm fond of calling her, truly has no idea what we're getting into, and since I'm one to follow the mysterious adventure, I throw some shoes on and head for the door with my water bottle(it really should be attached to my hip).

We meet this guy Mac outside who takes a couple pictures in the style which may be known to all as the 'liberal arts publicity photo'. You know what I mean. We had the two white people, the Pakistani, the Chinese girl, and of course our Koreans that need to show their international acceptance... it's very similar to a pack of M'n'Ms.

Well, turns out that Mac wasn't satisfied so he put us in a car(I obviously took to heart the advice of never getting in a car with strangers, huh?) and he drove us to the other side of campus to the 'Global Dorm'. It also turns out that Mac wasn't even the photographer, which makes me wonder why he took our goddam pictures to begin with?!?! But we sit around the lounge for a while watching Cliffhanger because the photographer was running late and hadn't arrived yet. After about 45 minutes, the crew shows up, and it is a full on film crew. To cut to the chase, we all starred in an International promotional video for studying abroad in Korea.

Yeah, it was weird, but quite funny. The guy Mac though, felt bad for us waiting so long so he invited us out to dinner. We accepted because, well, we lead very boring lives usually. And so began my night with Mac.

We get to the restaurant, and our food is on the table hot and ready to eat. But Mac, needs his Soju first. So he orders a number of bottles for our table. I say 'a number' because I really have no idea how many he bought in the end. My guess is that he paid more for alcohol than food.

This blog is getting long and it's 3am now, so let me sum it up quick like. Mac told me to my face that he was going to kill me with Soju, then his friend arrived who was his DD for the night, but somehow DD doesn't translate into Korean, because his buddy was guzzling Soju like a marathon runner does water. The DD bit my friend's nose later, taught us the phrase for 'it kills me', which according to Mac is the equivalent of the versatile F-bomb in english. And by the end of 20 or so shots of Soju, Mac had dubbed me as 'the man' as well as told me the severe consequences for narcotics possession in Korea. Our party moved to a bar later and Mac continued to teach us about Korean (drinking) culture... a.k.a. group alcoholism. Before Mac left us at the bar for his two hour journey to the southern end of the province with his drunk designated driver, he told us to call him the next day so that we 'can get prostitution'. I told him we'd call him, but I didn't have the heart to tell him that I pursue a particular type of woman, you know, the ones that are in it for more than just money... call me a dreamer if you will!

Anyway, I love Koreans, and I love being younger than the ones I meet, because again, I paid nothing, and almost insulted people by offering to pay more than once.