After sitting in all day on Saturday, talking on the phone, watching movies and reading, I ended up making a quick appearance for the first time at the Darts Bar, or Club Feliz. I don't know why I hadn't been there before, but I'm pretty glad that I finally made the quick 4 block walk. It's a pretty chill little bar with a couple of couch/booths, some seats at the bar, a Foosball table, pool table, and electronic darts. I pretty much go for the darts. My dart 'obsession' began in Belize, when it was the only thing to keep my interested in the bars while all the students were getting blackout drunk and acting a fool. I can't say I'm great at darts. I think it would probably be a stretch to say I'm really even that good throwing, but I can definitely beat most people that have never played before. The electronic dart board at the bar is a little odd, throwing with plastic-tip darts and not having to do any mind-blowing math. (Basic subtraction) But it's really fun. There are dozens of games you can play, without necessarily having to know what they are ahead of time, and you can even get a card for 5,000won to keep track of you scores and rank you in the bar. Yep, I bought one Sunday night when I went for what was totally intended to be a quick night of darts, and maybe one beer. But the road to hell is paved with good intentions... I ended up staying a little later than I planned, but had a really good time. Finally had a 'guys night' with Paul which was refreshing, and Ken showed up to make things a little more interesting on the dart board. The bartenders JC and Tensy at Club Felize are super friendly and incredibly accomodating. They are a lot of what draws me back to the bar. Even though they have troubles pronouncing my name, they still make every attempt to keep me interested, entertained or drunk at their bar.
Earlier in the day, Tim, Paul, Meaghan, Caled, Dave, Anna and I all met up at the horse races a little west of here. It was my first time at real horse races, and it wasn't too bad. Gambling is fun, but that's the problem with it; I enjoy it too much, so I try to keep myself in check. I only won a couple bets, but it's nice to go to the track and just kind of have a chill afternoon. The horses were rediculously tiny, even when compared to the Korean jockeys. The place was just absolutely packed, from top to bottom inside, and marginally crowded outside. In the main building, you'd see people with makeshift picnic blankets sprawled everywhere, men smoking and pacing with the race sheets in hand and worthless tickets littered everywhere. Being 'tourists', we were ushered to a semi-private both where we had our own tables with comfy office chairs, coffee, tea, and a pretty nice view of the race track. Just on the other side of the divider wall were the rest of the 'proliterate'; stuck standing shoulder to shoulder while we relaxed in relative comfort. Not a bad set up. I doubt it will become a weekly routine for me or anything, but it was a nice experience nonetheless.
Today was just another day at work. Nothing great, nothing special. I did write our director's daughter (the only English-speaking one amongst the two) a pleasantly worded letter detailing my plans for upcoming days off when my friend Lauran comes to visit, my general disdain for my apartment and a few other matters which we never really have time to discuss. I was pulled in after work to talk about the letter, which is always a nerve-racking experience. The only reason we get nervous at all is because of the way were are approached. It's always "Mugg, I need to talk to you about something in private." The type of sentiment that makes you feel like you're going to get fired, even though you haven't done anything wrong. This is obviously not the intention at all on our boss' side, but merely a lost idiom. Annie told me that it wouldn't be a problem to take those days off, but they will affect my vacation time for the rest of the year. Oh well. It's not like I'll be getting any other visitors. And I was told that the bosses were still looking for the 'perfect apartment' and that they hoped to get me out of my current one by the time Lauran comes for her visit. That's pretty awesome, but I won't be holding my breath. You never know what their idea of 'perfection' is. And finally, I think I'll be getting my van this week. I'm pretty pumped about it. I'd like a scooter, but the van makes more sense for hauling boards and people to the beach and touring the island, while just camping in the back. I think it'd be a good move to get a GPS out here so I can figure out where the heck I am during my travels. I'm really excited to drive the coastal roads and just stop at random beaches and swim.
Spring is just around the corner, and things are looking up!
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