So last night (our first night at Yonsei University), the majority of us silly Americans went out for dinner and drinks. We totally dominated the bar (I think it was called O.B. Park) and were totally obnoxious (not me of course, but the others). So there were initially three of us at our table (we were sitting apart from the other obnoxious drunkards 
), so we were going to order drinks separately. My roomie (Christina) and I were going to just get 500cc of beer each, and Isabel (from across the hall) was going to buy a bottle. But then Christina’s friend Matt (a fellow U-Dub student) came along, so we decided to get a pitcher to share. But we didn’t know what size we were supposed to get, so we asked the manager (he was walking around acting as a waiter) and he told us to get the 3,000cc pitcher. OH MY GOODNESS that thing was huge. Monstrous. Isabel took several pictures of it so when I get them I will be FB’ing them. Anyway, so I got poured a glass and worked mighty hard to finish it (I hate the taste of alcohol so it wasn’t much fun). And I was so proud of myself when I finished (although I got mocked for being weak for stopping after one T_T).
BUT.. the story does not end here. Oh no. Definitely not. Remember the obnoxious drunkards I mentioned earlier? This is where one of them comes in. So one of my fellow Bruins, a very drunk guy who goes by the name of Dae (that’s how he spelled it for us, but then again, he was very drunk) came up and recognized me. “Hey! You work in the EAP office, don’t you?!” And that is where it began. He’s apparently one of those happy generous drunks. So he wouldn’t let go of the fact that I worked in the office and INSISTED on pouring me a drink (he brought over a pitcher). I tried my best to stop him, but how do you stop a drunk? So he poured me a glass. And then of course poured glasses for the rest of the people at my table and couldn’t shut up about how I worked in the office. So thanks to him we all got a free glass of beer. We had to ask for crackers so Isabel and I could finish our drinks (She has high tolerance, but she was doing this on an empty stomach. And I’m apparently just weak sauce.) But when it came down to it, I finished my second glass. Go me.
So, is this a perk of having worked in the EAP office, or a downside? You decide.
