The Door

Last night I went drinking with Meg and her friend San Ki, or as he likes to be called, “Johnny Depp.”  He thinks he resembles Johhny Depp, though he doesn’t at all, and he lets this idea fuel his ego like gasoline fuels a car.  One day Meg told him he should send Johnny Depp his picture with a note that reads “don’t we look the same?”  He would do it too, this is the guy that bought a book about the history of Korea with the intent to mail it to President Obama in case he was looking for some leisurely reading. 

Also, Meg told him a saying we have that goes something like “if you’re ugly, you probably have a really great personality.”  Yesterday, Meg said to him, ”Hey, thanks, that was nice of you,”  and he responded “No!  I’m not ugly!!” 

Anyway, so we’re out drinking and Meg is really plastered.  We get to a Norebang around 4am.  Meg goes to the bathroom and she’s in there for a while so I start to get worried.  I go in to see if she’s ok.  “No!  I’m stuck!” she responds.  She assures me that the door in unlocked, so I begin to pull on the door and sure enough it won’t open.  I keep pulling and Meg keeps pushing against the door.  Eventually Meg begins ramming herself against the door so hard it seems like the door is going to completely break off.  We are being so noisy that the Norebang worker comes in and turns out the door pulles in, not out.  Neither of us could figure that one out.  Thank God I was too drunk to feel like a complete idiot, but I do now.