Celebrated the third birthday of JOSH BALES dot NET yesterday with Nate and his dad at the Seoul House, this Korean dive near Fairborn. Nate’s dad brought little party hats for us to wear, while we drank sake and sang karaoke, which mostly consisted of Korean pop hits. It was pretty sweet.
Okay, I’m fibbing slightly.
We didn’t actually drink sake, or sing karaoke versions of Korean pop songs . . . or do karaoke at all, really. And we weren’t there to celebrate JBdN’s birthday, though that did fall on yesterday. Honestly, I’m not sure if there was even an occasion behind us going to the Seoul House, other than to be badasses and pick up chicks. Maybe it was for Nate’s birthday. I dunno. I’m sure if he does know, Mister Valentine will undoubtedly chime in with his usual mixture of wit and cockery.
So . . . I guess I was really just lying during the entire first paragraph, except for the parts about going to the Seoul House and it being pretty sweet. Though the food was indeed delicious: a spicy beef melange called boolgogi served with the most flavorful white rice. And the restaurant/bar really was a dive. It was nice, and I liked it quite a bit, but it was a little rundown. Places like that appeal to me, though — especially when said places are bars. They’re more . . . interesting. Why I enjoyed New Orleans so much, I suppose.
I can’t believe I’ve been doing this shit — this particular shit I’m referring to being blogging, of course — for over four years now. Every few months I always tell myself, “Self, I think I’m going to quite blogging real soon. Perhaps I’ll take up golf, or join the Model T Ford Club International (MTFCI) and race very, very slowly on the weekends.” But I never do (quit blogging, that is — I will race Model Ts one day, by God), and probably never will. I’m so used to to doing it that not doing it would just be . . . bizarre. Plus, I’m really lazy.
And that’s the kind of attitude that kept me at Wal-Mart for five years. At least I’m consistent.
JAB
you should still call up Brain and threaten him with a sexual harrassment suit, just for the hell of it since you leaving and I’m pretty sure, he’s gone . . .
Yes, the occasion was for my birthday, and…um…wit and cockery.
I have no idea how I’d even begin to get “Brain’s” phone number. And even if I did, even though it would provide a sort of visceral satisfaction, at this point it’d be like kicking a three-legged puppy.
Man, Nate — your level of wit and cockery was really lacking in this comment. Try better next time.
JAB
The new keyboard is a piece, I mis-spell every other word, that and the fact that I haven’t typed anything for a week and a half means . . . . I still blow ass at typing! I think it would be more like kicking a dead three-legged puppy, but that’s what would make it all the more crue-, er, I mean funny.
I can’t try better next time! I gave it all I had on that last comment!