ktown in ktown.

back when "blue" was open and we drank like fish.  (we still drink like fish).  we would sit around and bomb soju in our beers.  talk about the same stories we joke about today.  all the same jokes this xanga has portrayed through the years.  and back then, frank would run to the bathroom with his beer mug in fear that we would pour bottles of soju to mix into his beer and he'd get deathly drunk and break 6 pairs of glasses a year.  it's been years since frank covered up his mug.  and it's been years since we went to an establishment like bar "ktown" which is located in ktown. 

and while we sat there reliving our college drinking.  we re-told the story of mikey chau and frank scissoring.  when i lived @ johns, i'd have mikey chau jump into my bed.  then frank would follow.  and being woken up by this raucous, i'd go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up.  when i came back from the bathroom, i'd find the two of them scissoring.  bumping balls.  "HI".  gross.