I took Michelle to the Dak Galbi restaurant after work to properly celebrate her arrival.
Spontaneously, I ordered some soju for her to try. Which lead to us both getting slightly intoxicated for dinner. This was further confirmed when the waitress brought us forks. Being white is already a sign to them that we might not be great with chopsticks, but apparently being kind of drunk will get you a fork for sure.
We were still to proud to use it.
Michelle insisted she could get back to the apartment without help. Which was true. The restaurnt is on the bottom floor of the apartment, so yeah. Totally achievable.
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