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In case you were wondering, the missing arm in that last post was a metaphor for Fiancé. I'll let you go back and re-read that post. It makes more sense now, eh?
Well, it shouldn't.
We military whatevers get this all the time. How is it fair for someone to tell me I will or should be used to Fiancé being gone? how can they choose to complain to me because their shift changes by a whole 3 hours and therefore they can't see their significant others, and then act surprised when I say "sorry, I can't relate. I haven't slept next to Fiancé in over 3 weeks. In fact, I have slept next to him for a total of 4 weeks over the whole year."
This hypocrisy carries over from one of my friends who told me one night about 4 months in to Fiancé being gone that I needed to "get over it. He's gone. Stop being sad about it" when she makes out with her boyfriend. Now he's gone for 90 days and 30 days into it, shes complaining.
My parents stated that I chose to date military. And to some extent I did. I could have dated Hans or Franz but I chose the good ol' American boy. Did I choose to fall in love? Did I choose to have him stationed in Korea? No. No. So I am supposed to accept my punishment from my peers for letting my love of my life be a military man? I don't think so.
I don't want your pity. I want your understanding. And for you to know that others have it worse than you. Your temporary schedule change will not kill you.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
The story of the missing arm
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There once was a young woman. She was 20 years old. She loved her friends, and her family, but she really loved her arm. She realized this arm allowed her to do many great things. It allowed her to complete her homework, drink with her friends, hold her hair back when puking, massage her sore shoulders, wiped away her tears, and even drove her around.
She was told one day, that her arm would one day fall off. The exact date wasn't known, but one day it would in fact fall off. No one knew for sure if the arm could be reattached and no one knew when they would know.
The day came and the woman's arm fell off. Naturally, she was distraught. She went into work, and attempted to carry on her life, although everyone could see the change in her personality. She cried occasionally, did research on how she could continue on her with her life without her arm, and even looked into ways she could reunite herself with her arm on her own terms. Nothing was available, and she was told just to wait.
One day, she found out where her arm would be. She met with her arm, and suddenly found out that her arm could be reattached permanently in a couple months.
The woman just had to leave for several more weeks, preparing for the attachment.
Eventually the woman would come to terms with the fact she were missing her arm. But, she never once forgot how great it was to have that arm. To help her work out, to get her to work, to help her in any way any arm would help someone.
People would tell her, "you've been without your arm for a while now. Aren't you used to it? Haven't you learned how to live without your arm?" And the woman would keep to herself. These people with arms couldn't possibly know what it was like to be without their arms. An arm to sleep on, at night, one to help her mail things, to drive around with.
But instead, she just focused on the fact they never could know. And how silly they seemed when they complained about being in a cast for a few weeks! She was a much stronger woman than the other people.
And that made her happy.
There once was a young woman. She was 20 years old. She loved her friends, and her family, but she really loved her arm. She realized this arm allowed her to do many great things. It allowed her to complete her homework, drink with her friends, hold her hair back when puking, massage her sore shoulders, wiped away her tears, and even drove her around.
She was told one day, that her arm would one day fall off. The exact date wasn't known, but one day it would in fact fall off. No one knew for sure if the arm could be reattached and no one knew when they would know.
The day came and the woman's arm fell off. Naturally, she was distraught. She went into work, and attempted to carry on her life, although everyone could see the change in her personality. She cried occasionally, did research on how she could continue on her with her life without her arm, and even looked into ways she could reunite herself with her arm on her own terms. Nothing was available, and she was told just to wait.
One day, she found out where her arm would be. She met with her arm, and suddenly found out that her arm could be reattached permanently in a couple months.
The woman just had to leave for several more weeks, preparing for the attachment.
Eventually the woman would come to terms with the fact she were missing her arm. But, she never once forgot how great it was to have that arm. To help her work out, to get her to work, to help her in any way any arm would help someone.
People would tell her, "you've been without your arm for a while now. Aren't you used to it? Haven't you learned how to live without your arm?" And the woman would keep to herself. These people with arms couldn't possibly know what it was like to be without their arms. An arm to sleep on, at night, one to help her mail things, to drive around with.
But instead, she just focused on the fact they never could know. And how silly they seemed when they complained about being in a cast for a few weeks! She was a much stronger woman than the other people.
And that made her happy.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
KOOORRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAA!
Blurb my brain:
I get that Fiancé has been gone for nearly a year now. I understand I should be used to him being gone.
But it really has caused me entirely too many problems.
Basically I have to use his mailing address. Many websites don't like it. So I can't buy stuff for the wedding.
This makes for an angry Alyssa. Arg.
I get that Fiancé has been gone for nearly a year now. I understand I should be used to him being gone.
But it really has caused me entirely too many problems.
Basically I have to use his mailing address. Many websites don't like it. So I can't buy stuff for the wedding.
This makes for an angry Alyssa. Arg.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
I am a bride and I am busy
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Ok guys. Sorry for the silence. I have been super busy with wedding stuff since the last post, and Sarah is the only reason I am writing this right now.
I am having two receptions, and the second one I am doing all the decorating and planning for. I am quite excited and have been prowling Pinterest to snag ideas. I love crafts, so this is going to be super fun for me. I have began making my balloon yarn decorations. This is one of the few ideas I had suggested to my mother and she had shot down. Oh well, I think they are turning out cute. And so do the other 6 strangers who repinned my pic.
Besides doing a ton of wedding stuff, the weather has been so crappy where I live that I have been devoting my entire attention to getting home safely in Pickles.
Who I fell in love with because of his four wheel drive.
Oh and there was the two days of near death. I was sick and nauseous for a good 36 hours straight and got sent home from work because of it. And it just so happened that it fell around that time of the month where I could have been pregnant so there was all that stress and worry. Which as per us was for nothing because I was just sick and not pregnant.
So there hasn't been a new post. Sorry.
Side note: I am posting now, have racked up some awesome snow/ice driving experience, found out how to use my four wheel drive, finished making and sending out my wedding invites and Fiancé drunk dialed me.
I guess if the saying is correct, where excuses are like assholes because everyone's got them and they all stink, I must be one rancid mutant because all of these crappy excuses are why I haven't posted in months.
Weeks? Days? Idk.
Oh and I lost 13.8 pounds over the last two weeks, so that's something to brag about and show you how stressed/busy I have been.
Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to pass out because I am exhausted and school started this week and I have quite literally 12 assignments due tomorrow.
Ok guys. Sorry for the silence. I have been super busy with wedding stuff since the last post, and Sarah is the only reason I am writing this right now.
I am having two receptions, and the second one I am doing all the decorating and planning for. I am quite excited and have been prowling Pinterest to snag ideas. I love crafts, so this is going to be super fun for me. I have began making my balloon yarn decorations. This is one of the few ideas I had suggested to my mother and she had shot down. Oh well, I think they are turning out cute. And so do the other 6 strangers who repinned my pic.
Besides doing a ton of wedding stuff, the weather has been so crappy where I live that I have been devoting my entire attention to getting home safely in Pickles.
Who I fell in love with because of his four wheel drive.
Oh and there was the two days of near death. I was sick and nauseous for a good 36 hours straight and got sent home from work because of it. And it just so happened that it fell around that time of the month where I could have been pregnant so there was all that stress and worry. Which as per us was for nothing because I was just sick and not pregnant.
So there hasn't been a new post. Sorry.
Side note: I am posting now, have racked up some awesome snow/ice driving experience, found out how to use my four wheel drive, finished making and sending out my wedding invites and Fiancé drunk dialed me.
I guess if the saying is correct, where excuses are like assholes because everyone's got them and they all stink, I must be one rancid mutant because all of these crappy excuses are why I haven't posted in months.
Weeks? Days? Idk.
Oh and I lost 13.8 pounds over the last two weeks, so that's something to brag about and show you how stressed/busy I have been.
Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to pass out because I am exhausted and school started this week and I have quite literally 12 assignments due tomorrow.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
A letter to my future Child
Dear Child of Mine,
Now that you are of an appropriate age, your father and I are overwhelmed with joy that you have decided to take the next step in your life. You are starting the rest your life with your long time significant other.
Hopefully your father and I have done a great job leading by example so you have chosen someone who treats your right, loves you unconditionally, and will remain faithful to you until death.
Because we are so excited for you, we want you to know we are still here for you if you want help planning your wedding. Yes, we want to be there. No, we don't want to tread on our toes. You want Red and yellow....I will suggest Ronald McDonald be invite but I am sure you will make it magical. You want silver and gold, I will refrain from dressing up as a robot.
This will be your day.
See, your grandmother helped plan your father and My's wedding. She did a fantastic job, as you have seen from the pictures. But it was not easy. There was lots of fighting. There got to be a point where I just finally decided she will just do everything because every idea I had was called white trash.
But your father and I hated that! We wanted to plan it and have our parents show up, excited to give us away. We understand now how they were just wanting to have everything be perfect, but it didn't make things less stressful.
As excited as we are, maybe not about how much it is costing us, we are not here to complain. We love you and your significant other, and have had some great times with both of you. That is why we want to make this day the best day of your life.
We look forward to walking you down the aisle.
Love,
Mom and Dad
Now that you are of an appropriate age, your father and I are overwhelmed with joy that you have decided to take the next step in your life. You are starting the rest your life with your long time significant other.
Hopefully your father and I have done a great job leading by example so you have chosen someone who treats your right, loves you unconditionally, and will remain faithful to you until death.
Because we are so excited for you, we want you to know we are still here for you if you want help planning your wedding. Yes, we want to be there. No, we don't want to tread on our toes. You want Red and yellow....I will suggest Ronald McDonald be invite but I am sure you will make it magical. You want silver and gold, I will refrain from dressing up as a robot.
This will be your day.
See, your grandmother helped plan your father and My's wedding. She did a fantastic job, as you have seen from the pictures. But it was not easy. There was lots of fighting. There got to be a point where I just finally decided she will just do everything because every idea I had was called white trash.
But your father and I hated that! We wanted to plan it and have our parents show up, excited to give us away. We understand now how they were just wanting to have everything be perfect, but it didn't make things less stressful.
As excited as we are, maybe not about how much it is costing us, we are not here to complain. We love you and your significant other, and have had some great times with both of you. That is why we want to make this day the best day of your life.
We look forward to walking you down the aisle.
Love,
Mom and Dad
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Thoughts on Words
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As you all know and may love I like to analyze everything. Everything is dissected until I have often misinterpreted whatever it is I am dissecting.
My first example of this is my dream from the other day. As it turns out, whatever my gift from Kutcher Christ, it is not a baby. Thank you JC. But partially because of that dream the word "baby" has made itself more known to me. It was in signs, in discussions, even at mass last Sunday. Indeed it did seem as though the universe were telling me I was with child only because I sat there and dissected it.
My second example of this actually took place back in December 2009, when Fiancé and I were just starting to date. I was messaging a mutual friend about how I thought Fiancé and I were going to be breaking up soon because of how Fiancé was acting. It turns out, he was just unhappy with work and chose to shut the world out because of it. this still bothered me back then because I had dissected Fiancé's actions to the point where I saw a break up that obviously didn't happen.
My third example actually occurred this morning at 430am. I was only awake because I had to pee, and was fighting the urge to get out of bed very unsuccessfully. But whilst peeing I realized that Fiancé will have gone from being pretty much an only child (long story) to having two brother in laws. We've been together for 2 years now so he has had plenty of interaction with both brothers, and he is probably used to that concept by now. But I think I would be a bit weirded out if I suddenly had 2 extra family members. Dissecting.
My fourth and final example of this stemmed from the last example. How did we get the concept of in-laws anyway? Why is our spouse's sibling suddenly our sibling as well. That seems wrong because if we share siblings then we must be siblings as well. Therefore incest would be occurring in every marriage. Under these conditions we would never be able to marry or populate the world.
Surprisingly I answered this with religion. When you get married, theoretically you become one body and have one joint soul. Therefore you are not having relations with a sibling but rather just globbing two families together.
This brought up an entirely new topic to dissect, but I won't even begin to start.
See what dissecting leads to? Everyone becomes bacteria. Globbing together and dividing later just so they can re-glob.
Dissection.
As you all know and may love I like to analyze everything. Everything is dissected until I have often misinterpreted whatever it is I am dissecting.
My first example of this is my dream from the other day. As it turns out, whatever my gift from Kutcher Christ, it is not a baby. Thank you JC. But partially because of that dream the word "baby" has made itself more known to me. It was in signs, in discussions, even at mass last Sunday. Indeed it did seem as though the universe were telling me I was with child only because I sat there and dissected it.
My second example of this actually took place back in December 2009, when Fiancé and I were just starting to date. I was messaging a mutual friend about how I thought Fiancé and I were going to be breaking up soon because of how Fiancé was acting. It turns out, he was just unhappy with work and chose to shut the world out because of it. this still bothered me back then because I had dissected Fiancé's actions to the point where I saw a break up that obviously didn't happen.
My third example actually occurred this morning at 430am. I was only awake because I had to pee, and was fighting the urge to get out of bed very unsuccessfully. But whilst peeing I realized that Fiancé will have gone from being pretty much an only child (long story) to having two brother in laws. We've been together for 2 years now so he has had plenty of interaction with both brothers, and he is probably used to that concept by now. But I think I would be a bit weirded out if I suddenly had 2 extra family members. Dissecting.
My fourth and final example of this stemmed from the last example. How did we get the concept of in-laws anyway? Why is our spouse's sibling suddenly our sibling as well. That seems wrong because if we share siblings then we must be siblings as well. Therefore incest would be occurring in every marriage. Under these conditions we would never be able to marry or populate the world.
Surprisingly I answered this with religion. When you get married, theoretically you become one body and have one joint soul. Therefore you are not having relations with a sibling but rather just globbing two families together.
This brought up an entirely new topic to dissect, but I won't even begin to start.
See what dissecting leads to? Everyone becomes bacteria. Globbing together and dividing later just so they can re-glob.
Dissection.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
New years resolutions
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I may be super late, but I finally came up with a new years resolution. I am going to have better dental hygiene.
I brush my teeth every day, but rarely do it twice a day. Gross I know. But I also don't floss. So that's worse. Yup. So that's my new years resolution. Better hygiene. Meaning brushing and mouthwash ing twice a day, and flossing once a day.
And to make sure I do so, I have set alarms to go off daily. Yes. I am that bad about it.
I do have to say that the Listerine I use burns. Like for an hour after. And it has whitening so it's got a nasty filmy after taste. Struggling. Lol.
I may be super late, but I finally came up with a new years resolution. I am going to have better dental hygiene.
I brush my teeth every day, but rarely do it twice a day. Gross I know. But I also don't floss. So that's worse. Yup. So that's my new years resolution. Better hygiene. Meaning brushing and mouthwash ing twice a day, and flossing once a day.
And to make sure I do so, I have set alarms to go off daily. Yes. I am that bad about it.
I do have to say that the Listerine I use burns. Like for an hour after. And it has whitening so it's got a nasty filmy after taste. Struggling. Lol.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Other distractions.
Blurb my brain:
I am so angry. So so angry. But rather than talk bout work and all the things hat make me angry, I am going to focus my anger on a random average object.
You know what absolutely angers me about automatic doors? They never see me. I swear I have a complete disability in the automatic door department. I think all of them communicate to each other and tell them not to open for me. Seriously. I flail in front of them. Nothing works.
I am so angry. So so angry. But rather than talk bout work and all the things hat make me angry, I am going to focus my anger on a random average object.
You know what absolutely angers me about automatic doors? They never see me. I swear I have a complete disability in the automatic door department. I think all of them communicate to each other and tell them not to open for me. Seriously. I flail in front of them. Nothing works.
The Man in My Dreams
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Last night I had one of those dreams you aren't likely to forget. I dreamt I was in a hotel, or dorm, I can't quite tell. I was in the shower when the glass doors fogged up. Then some writing appeared and the dim bathroom lights got significantly brighter. They weren't super bright, like they weren't blinding or anything. It was just brighter. Then I saw a silhouette. Scared the shit out of me, naturally, so I started screaming. Then the writing changed from "keep the gift, for that is what it is" to "keep calm my child," and I reduced to a small whimper.
The man appeared before me, and I said, "Jesus?"
But he looked a LOT like Ashton Kutcher.
Then we chatted about my life and events coming up. All the while, I was stark naked. I didn't realize this fact until after "Jesus" left.
Now that I am awake, it made me wonder, A: does Jesus really look like Ashton. B: is Ashton Jesus, just trying to make a living like the rest of us C: why wasn't "what if god was one of us" stuck in my head when I woke up. D: Why did Jesus write on the window when he could have just spoken? And E: is my wedding the gift? Because we didn't talk about anything but Fiancé and I and the wedding.
Last night I had one of those dreams you aren't likely to forget. I dreamt I was in a hotel, or dorm, I can't quite tell. I was in the shower when the glass doors fogged up. Then some writing appeared and the dim bathroom lights got significantly brighter. They weren't super bright, like they weren't blinding or anything. It was just brighter. Then I saw a silhouette. Scared the shit out of me, naturally, so I started screaming. Then the writing changed from "keep the gift, for that is what it is" to "keep calm my child," and I reduced to a small whimper.
The man appeared before me, and I said, "Jesus?"
But he looked a LOT like Ashton Kutcher.
Then we chatted about my life and events coming up. All the while, I was stark naked. I didn't realize this fact until after "Jesus" left.
Now that I am awake, it made me wonder, A: does Jesus really look like Ashton. B: is Ashton Jesus, just trying to make a living like the rest of us C: why wasn't "what if god was one of us" stuck in my head when I woke up. D: Why did Jesus write on the window when he could have just spoken? And E: is my wedding the gift? Because we didn't talk about anything but Fiancé and I and the wedding.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Wedding warrior
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I am a warrior. I slay reception hall bookings. I bash down hotel bookings. I bludgeon hair dressing appointments. I mutilate ceremony readings. I slaughter registry creations. I decapitate DJ selections.
I am also very violent and live in the middle ages. Lol.
I got SOOOOO MUCH accomplished on my day off. thanks to my lovely mother as well for dragging me around town and accompanying me on my epic trek across Narnia. Lol.
Guys, I am SOOO excited to be marrying Fiancé. It's funny, he proposed 88 days ago, and our wedding is basically finished structure wise. Just the small details remain, like the flowers, the centerpieces, the decorations, the getting-everyone-in-town-to-practice, the making sure the tuxes fit and are ordered. :) it's so awesome to be able to see your dream wedding start to form. Is this what raising a kid is like? Lol.
I am a warrior. I slay reception hall bookings. I bash down hotel bookings. I bludgeon hair dressing appointments. I mutilate ceremony readings. I slaughter registry creations. I decapitate DJ selections.
I am also very violent and live in the middle ages. Lol.
I got SOOOOO MUCH accomplished on my day off. thanks to my lovely mother as well for dragging me around town and accompanying me on my epic trek across Narnia. Lol.
Guys, I am SOOO excited to be marrying Fiancé. It's funny, he proposed 88 days ago, and our wedding is basically finished structure wise. Just the small details remain, like the flowers, the centerpieces, the decorations, the getting-everyone-in-town-to-practice, the making sure the tuxes fit and are ordered. :) it's so awesome to be able to see your dream wedding start to form. Is this what raising a kid is like? Lol.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Portland
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Back in the skies after a 2 hour layover in Portland. I swear, Average Army,
my face feels like a ton of lead. I am so tired I feel as though my face could sag so much that it just falls off.
I even drank a coffee and had a glass of coke. Jet lag sucks! And I have to stay up for another 11 hours?! Talk about worst experience ever.
Not to mention I don't know what I am supposed to do when I get back to Spokane. I never hammered out the "where are you picking me up at" details with the parents. Hopefully they will be on the way when I land so I can call them. Or something. I don't know. It feels like my face is sliding off. An hour nap won't hurt me will it?
Back in the skies after a 2 hour layover in Portland. I swear, Average Army,
my face feels like a ton of lead. I am so tired I feel as though my face could sag so much that it just falls off.
I even drank a coffee and had a glass of coke. Jet lag sucks! And I have to stay up for another 11 hours?! Talk about worst experience ever.
Not to mention I don't know what I am supposed to do when I get back to Spokane. I never hammered out the "where are you picking me up at" details with the parents. Hopefully they will be on the way when I land so I can call them. Or something. I don't know. It feels like my face is sliding off. An hour nap won't hurt me will it?
New Years Squeeze
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Where did I leave off? Oh. Soju monster. Well, I guess that puts me to New Years. New Years Eve Fiancé booked a four star hotel in what I would call the Center of Seoul. This doesn't really mean much, since I was informed that Seoul is the 3rd largest city (behind NYC and the other one I forget). But it reminded me of NYC in a few ways, as the subway was the same, the crowds and tourists the same, and the lights were the same. So anyway Fiancé books this fancy hotel. We have a room on the 14th floor (Executive Floor) and a view out into the city (which I later found is much more fantastic up at the 21st floor). It was nice, a pretty bathroom and comfy bed. Being in bed with the love of your life makes any bed more comfortable I would say though.
We decided we wanted to ring in the new year like the locals. So we went to the bell ringing ceremony in the Byeong-sak square. We get to the square at 9, which was too early. But we wait there, disappointed because the square was supposed to be blocked off so traffic couldn't go on the street. Around 1030 the police wall was adequately built so they let the people go from the tape. Fucking hell breaks loose.
A sea of Asians is shoving me, pushing closer to the square to get closer to the front of the stage. They were pushing with nowhere to go. I may have sustained internal bruising. Nothin like being trampled in a foreign country. So I look at Fiancé, and we agree to go back to the back of the Rio de Koreans. Shoving our way back, we get to the white police van and find relief. No one was smooshing us. Three measly performances later, the countdown to the new year began. I kissed Fiancé happy new year and got my picture.
Flew 4000 miles to get the kiss, and I only got a crappy picture. Oh well. At least he tasted good. Ha.
Where did I leave off? Oh. Soju monster. Well, I guess that puts me to New Years. New Years Eve Fiancé booked a four star hotel in what I would call the Center of Seoul. This doesn't really mean much, since I was informed that Seoul is the 3rd largest city (behind NYC and the other one I forget). But it reminded me of NYC in a few ways, as the subway was the same, the crowds and tourists the same, and the lights were the same. So anyway Fiancé books this fancy hotel. We have a room on the 14th floor (Executive Floor) and a view out into the city (which I later found is much more fantastic up at the 21st floor). It was nice, a pretty bathroom and comfy bed. Being in bed with the love of your life makes any bed more comfortable I would say though.
We decided we wanted to ring in the new year like the locals. So we went to the bell ringing ceremony in the Byeong-sak square. We get to the square at 9, which was too early. But we wait there, disappointed because the square was supposed to be blocked off so traffic couldn't go on the street. Around 1030 the police wall was adequately built so they let the people go from the tape. Fucking hell breaks loose.
A sea of Asians is shoving me, pushing closer to the square to get closer to the front of the stage. They were pushing with nowhere to go. I may have sustained internal bruising. Nothin like being trampled in a foreign country. So I look at Fiancé, and we agree to go back to the back of the Rio de Koreans. Shoving our way back, we get to the white police van and find relief. No one was smooshing us. Three measly performances later, the countdown to the new year began. I kissed Fiancé happy new year and got my picture.
Flew 4000 miles to get the kiss, and I only got a crappy picture. Oh well. At least he tasted good. Ha.
Final Day of Seoul
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So after we get back from the new Year's Squeeze, we were both exhausted from playing crowd control. We passed out. Or at least I did. I can't be sure what Fiancé did.
The next day we get our free breakfast. While in the lounge we decide to look up how to get to he next hotel. Google maps was no help because it gave us the stop names in Korean, without the phonetic spelling. So I asked for help from the lady in the room. She asked for help from the chef. Haha. We figured it out, then I reported back to Fiancé.
We spent an hour on the subway to cross Seoul and get to the hotel in Incheon. This hotel was WOW! And I guess because it was so far out of the city it was intensely cheaper.
Fiancé treated me to a day at the spa, with an hour long massage of my deep tissue back muscles. Then we went to dinner at the fancy restaurant in the hotel where I got a fancy vegetarian lasagne and an Australian Riesling. The entire dinner was more expensive than we normally eat, but since it was in Won it was only about 92 dollars.
Then we went back to the room and watched movies until I passed out.
What a nice end to my trip.
So after we get back from the new Year's Squeeze, we were both exhausted from playing crowd control. We passed out. Or at least I did. I can't be sure what Fiancé did.
The next day we get our free breakfast. While in the lounge we decide to look up how to get to he next hotel. Google maps was no help because it gave us the stop names in Korean, without the phonetic spelling. So I asked for help from the lady in the room. She asked for help from the chef. Haha. We figured it out, then I reported back to Fiancé.
We spent an hour on the subway to cross Seoul and get to the hotel in Incheon. This hotel was WOW! And I guess because it was so far out of the city it was intensely cheaper.
Fiancé treated me to a day at the spa, with an hour long massage of my deep tissue back muscles. Then we went to dinner at the fancy restaurant in the hotel where I got a fancy vegetarian lasagne and an Australian Riesling. The entire dinner was more expensive than we normally eat, but since it was in Won it was only about 92 dollars.
Then we went back to the room and watched movies until I passed out.
What a nice end to my trip.
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