Girls Night WOO

It's the weekend, so I know you're probably sitting there, anxiously wondering what is going to happen next in the Chronicles of Mr Lee, but (and I hate to tell you this) you're just gonna have to wait.

Last night was Girls' Night Woo!
We made that sound a lot... like this:  Cheers! Girls Night! Woo!!! WOOOOOOOO! Guzzle guzzle.

Woooo! English Department!

Woooooo!

Woooooo! tequila shots!!

Friday Night Girls Night Woo! leads directly into...

.... Saturday Lay on the Heated Floor in Pain Day Woo!

ugggh....

Yes.  I'm laying on my running clothes.

Okay. Alright.  Julia's hungover. Again. You're probably wishing you're reading something a little more noteworthy.  Well, maybe you should check out THIS blog instead.

Anyways, I've been thinking (and that, in and of itself, if a feat, given my current state).  I woke up this morning and thought, "Wow! Last night was a crazy night!"  And then I  thought, "Man, how many times have I thought THAT?"  Answer: A Lot. And then I started thinking about what qualified a night as a 'crazy night'.  In high school, it meant .... let's be honest.... there weren't any crazy nights in high school (my parents read this!). In college, a crazy night probably meant drinking as much Miller Lite as possible followed by a Domino's Supreme pizza (mmmm I'd like to eat one now).  In New York, a crazy night started with All-you-can-drink brunch, followed by the all-you-can-drink Chinese restaurant, and ended at the Pyramid Club/KGB/pizza shop/passed out on the train.  In South America, a crazy night lasted three weeks, and you woke up in a different country.  In Korea, a crazy night means skipping yoga to eat a Grande Taco Salad and drink a few margaritias (okay, and some tequila shots). Wait a minute, I thought we were in Korea.  Taco salad?  Yep. Taco Salad.

It was delicious.

Back to the point...  I haven't been partying much in Korea.  Like, not much at all.  Like, I can count the number of bars I've been to.  On ONE hand.  Oh. My God.  I'm literally cringing as I write this.  I feel like I'm admitting some horrible sin.  Oh Heavenly Father, I haven't been partying enough.  How do we judge a person, if not by how much they party?  How do we know how much fun they are?  How do we know if we like someone if we don't get completely smashed with them?

I don't know.

But I guess what makes a night 'crazy' is what it's like in relation to the other nights around it. In college, last night would have seemed like a grown-up, classy night (drinking in a restaurant!  not being carded at the bar!).  In New York, last night would have qualified as a nice, quiet evening with friends.  In South America, well, in South America, last night just wouldn't have happened. In Korea, we eat dinner, and have a few drinks while watching the Victoria's Secret Runway show.  And we eat pretzels.  It was crazy.

In New York and South America, everything was crazy. Life was crazy.  I was crazy.  Here, ....well, here I run every day.  And I do yoga six days a week (except for last night.... and this morning...).  So for here, for now, last night was a crazy night.   And I guess that's okay.  I guess I'll make friends by showing them how good I am at touching my toes.



Now, why does this apartment have to be so big??? The coffee pot is too far away.