Ice Skating and Stupidity

On Friday there was a buzz about a group of people deciding to go ice skating, which naturally made me excited...until I realized the intended day was Saturday afternoon.

I've worked 7 plus hours the last 2 Saturdays so I assumed it was the norm. That was not the case however. I ended up having to start work at 10:30, at my normal school. That meant I'd be done before 1 which was when the skating was going down. I informed others of my new intentions on going skating at communes trivia night while having some beers.

Of course, I am smart enough to bring the sheet of paper that says where I live in Korean pretty much every where I go, but I don't want to have to rely on it for a year. With these intentions in mind, I practiced saying where I live and was corrected by a Korean at the bar. I managed to get home without having to resort to the directions. Sounds pretty petty, but I am damn proud!

Skating was awesome, 7 bucks each got us on the ice and gave us unlimited skating time. It also included renting skates. The skates sucked and I wish I had my skates from back home, but they did the trick. I met everyone there right after work so I locked my bag and glasses in the locker.

I wiped out huge once because I was going too fast and trying to do cross overs while trying to avoid people because it was crowded there.

When we finally had our fill of ice skating (and it felt awesome to be on the ice once again!) I went to my locker, unlocked it with a key and grabbed my stuff. We then headed down town for some Indian food. I was kind of disappointed that there were no chop sticks, I wanted to see if I have improved at all!

I had some spicy rice and chicken thing while everyone else had curry. It was ok, but I probably only ate half of it and I kinda wished I tried the curry. It looked half decent. On our way out of the restaurant I put my change in my pockets and felt something that made me stop in bewilderment. My key didn't feel like it usually did.

I pulled it out and it was not my house key. It was the key to locker 62 at the ice skating place. I definitely put a key in the locker at the ice skating place...which must mean it was my house key! Shebahl! I had to catch a cab back to the ice skating place and get my key out of locker 62.

Hilarious!....but stupid at the same time. Pretty embarrassing as well. I've felt stupid in Korea before, but it usually had something to do with the language barrier...not solely my ineptness.