Drunken Malaise, One Year Contracts, and Tired Barhopping in Bupyeong


Toronto was leaving on Saturday, so we thought it would be a good idea to go out drinking one last time.  Of course we did – drinking is what people do to say goodbye.  Toronto was flying out of Korea and heading back to Canada.  He didn’t have a job to go back to but his time here was done.  Maybe he’d come back, he told us.

“I’ll be here,” I said.  Toronto would be another in a long line of friends who had gone away.  That’s how it goes when you live in a foreign country: work visas eventually expire and people get sucked back to their homes.  Their real homes.  Permanent ones.  In the last month, most of my friends had vanished.  Perkins went back to South Africa, Pierre back to Canada, Cindy to Chicago, Clare to England, and the list goes on and on.  It sort of reminded me of how much I used to hate summer vacation when I was at college.  For two months, everyone just picked up and took off.  I’d have to leave my fun apartment and move back in with my parents until school started back up.

I had never thought “vacation” and “punishment” could be synonymous until those awful summer breaks.

For Toronto’s going away party, it was only him, TTD, and me.  We started with a few drinks at Underground, and then went over to a popular Western bar called Goose Goose.  I sat at the bar and smoked and ordered whisky and cokes.  Thursdays at Goose Goose used to be packed; the place would be full of life, young people yelling and drinking.  There was an excitement there.  A community.  We used to go to Goose on Thursdays and everybody we knew would be there.  It was the place to go to play trivia and to complain about work and to plan the weekend.  But on this night it was dead and dreary, with just a few people sitting around a table or playing darts.  There was nobody there to talk to.  We ordered more drinks and decided the best thing to do would be to get drunk.

Goose was getting depressing so we left and went to Who’s Bar.  Toronto had something to do and stepped away for a bit.  TTD and I went in and sat at the bar.  The place was empty with the exception of the owner, Won Seok, and some of his Korean friends.  They were playing poker at a table.  We told Won Seok not to bother getting up and stepped behind the bar and poured our beers ourselves.  We sat there talking, and then TTD said, “Hey, you know…I’ve known you for a year now and I never asked you before…why did you get divorced?”

I tried to come up with some kind of a coherent answer.  The marriage felt like a lifetime ago.  Why did I get divorced?  I didn’t know.  My life three or four years ago had been so different.  I remember when Betty and I bought a house in Charlotte together.  The realtor gave us the keys early and we drove down at night, just to walk in our new home and know that it was really ours.  We went in and I remember how damn happy Betty was.  This would be the place where we would make our life together.  Our first real home together.

About a year later, I moved out.

After, when I came to Korea, I wanted to show my students pictures of the house back in the States, so they’d have an idea of what “back home” looked like.  Betty lived there now with her new boyfriend.  I typed the address into Google and I found it on a Real Estate website.  She was selling our house.  I had no idea.  For some reason, everything sunk in right then.  It was like someone highlighted a huge portion of my life and hit the backspace button.

TTD and I were bored and starting to feel miserable.  We walked back to Goose.  Everyone had gone.  The bartender was asleep and the rest of the staff was busy playing slow Korean music on the jukebox.  Toronto called and we went back to Who’s Bar.  There were two strangers there this time.  They were happy to see some signs of life, and they bought us Flaming Dr. Peppers and we all drank.  It was after three in the morning and the booze was starting to do its thing.  TTD and I were drunk and we told the strangers that we were a couple and that we met at an orgy.  The strangers seemed to believe that, or maybe they were just so drunk they would’ve believed anything.

Toronto sat there laughing at all of us.  I would miss him.

We decided to ditch the strangers and go to McDonald’s.  On the way, we passed an old man sitting on the ground and drinking soju by himself.  TTD didn’t see him and nearly stepped on him.  He shouted at her in angry Korean.  I can’t eat when I drink, so I let Toronto and TTD go into the McDonald’s and I sat down with the old drunk Korean guy.  He had a Dixie cup and he drank shots of soju from it.  I sat there chain smoking while he rambled on and on in Korean.  I would nod and sometimes say “ne.”  He pointed towards the McDonald’s every so often and his voice would get louder.  He seemed upset.  I didn’t know what he was talking about so I kept nodding.

How the hell did I end up here?  In Korea, on the ground with a drunk old Korean guy.  Where was Betty now, and who was living in our house?  It was all so confusing.  I couldn’t get a grasp on anything, and the old man kept talking.

Two days later, Toronto flew back to Canada.  He emailed me the other day to say that he just bought a new washroom cabinet and some pillow shams.

It seems like life has a funny way of moving on, even when you don’t really want it to.


17 thoughts on “Drunken Malaise, One Year Contracts, and Tired Barhopping in Bupyeong

  1. I just found your blog on Freshly Pressed. I like the way you write. The 4 Cool Looks post made me laugh, and Drunken Malaise almost made me cry. I laughed, I cried… Your blog is kind of like a good romantic comedy, which is weird because I don’t like romantic comedies, and I’m not at all saying your blog is romantic because that would be creepy, but if your blog was a romantic comedy, it would be a good one. I guess that’s all I’m saying; that I like the way you write. Probably I could have just ended my comment with “I like the way you write”, but that sounded a little too “Slingblade” to me and anyway, that’s not how I roll. The way I roll is more verbose; more…rambly. I’m a nonconformist; a rebel. I do things like leave long comments and make up words like rambly. Okay, probably I didn’t actually invent the word, “rambly”, but it was new to me and it felt like I invented it, so in a way it was still an act of rebellion…a rebellion against the confines of Merriam Webster.

    Ahem. In conclusion, I enjoyed your post and I like the way you write.

    • I like rambly. I can roll with that. And it’s fun to make words up once in awhile. Or all the time.

      Thanks a ton for the comment – really appreciate it. I would say this isn’t much of a romantic comedy, since there’s not a lot of successful romance going on! I will try my darndest to improve that. haha Thanks again Maggie! : )

  2. Darn. I’m late for the party. I was clearing off old emails when I saw this post, dated Nove. something. Oh, I know you won’t be able to read this anymore but I’m commenting, just the same. Ha ha ha… Anyways, Yeah, I feel your sadness. One year married, then divorced ? That was pretty quick, wasn’t it ? Not judging… not at all. Just wondering. Hmmmmm. Well, cheers, then.

    • No, Renx, the comment pops up on my ‘dashboard’ thing – it doesn’t do that for you?

      Shoot – guess I wasn’t clear in the writing. I was married for five years. For four years we lived in various apartments, and then we bought a house together. We lived in the house together one year before I moved out and we separated. So, when I say in here “About a year later, I moved out,” that’s accurate – it had been about a year since we first bought the house together; I suppose what isn’t clear is that we’d been married four years before getting the house. Not that five years is an eternity, but it shows more effort than a one-year marriage, right?

      Cheers Renx! : D

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