Went out with classmates last night, despite near incoherence. Perked up after a little food and a little soju. I joined them at a restaurant first, and was pleased to see Sister Maria and Father Njoroje there, sipping their drinks as well. I still find it funny, somehow, that people of the cloth drink.

Half the group went home after dinner, and the other half, including two of our teachers, went on to a bar. The food that you order with your drinks is fun: creative arrangements of beautiful peeled and sliced fruit (we ordered a platter that included half a pineapple, kiwi, apples, persimmons, a banana, strawberries and a tangerine), for example, that you wouldn't be surprised to see at a wedding; also, the inevitable dried squid topped with peanuts...

You gotta see it (and try it!) to believe it. I mean it. Come to Seoul and check it out. I'll treat you to a bottle of lemon soju (mmm, tastes like lemonade). Or you can try the 50 Year Alcohol (literal translation). The actual drink is sold as 100 Year Old Alcohol, but a popular twist on it is to pour the 100 Year stuff into a bottle and pour another bottle of soju on top of it, diluting it into... yes, 50 Year Alcohol. Heh heh.

(It's not 50 or 100 years old, by the way, it's just named that way.)