Friday Night Boxing

        Friday night.  I had no plans. I was looking forward to staying in and just relaxing.  But if you know me you know I can’t say no to anything, so I get a call around 11:00 from Robby saying that he and our boxing trainers were drinking in the middle of the boxing floor and did I want to join?

        Oh sidenote, I’ve been kickboxing these days.  Our boxing trainers are hilarious.  They don’t know any English, so they always just say “come on!” (with the emphasis on the “come” so “COME on”) and “Hey!”  and “Fighting!”  These are the only words they’ve learned so far.

        Anyway, so the idea of drinking in the middle of the boxing floor seemed pretty hilarious to me so I went along.  All they kept saying to Robby and me were “Hey!  Come on!” and occasionally “Hey! Be quiet!”   The main kickboxing guy kept saying, “I am king!”  And then he made us drink somek and somek and somek.  And we had to do somek “one shot” every time.  He’d pour us somek and then say “Hey! Come on! One shot!”  Alas, I got so drunk, I don’t really remember the whole night.  But I do know that for a while there I could not get over how amusing it was that we were drinking on the boxing floor.  Koreans would.  They just would.

        Also, I don’t think I trust these guys with my diet anymore.  I started kickboxing to lose weight, but last night they ate fried-chicken and drank somek and smoked cigarettes IN THE KICKBOXING ROOM.  They asked us if we like Ramen and the head trainer showed me a picture of him when he had a six-pack “yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday.”  No six-pack now eh?  What are you doing wrong?  Maybe I should find a new trainer…