Readathon: Twentysomething!

Oh, Readathon...I remember you when you were just a little tyke. Now you're all grown up and can marry, vote, drink and gamble. If you've got plans, you'd better hurry, because you're finished at 24. Sounds tragic, doesn't it? I'll try to be sad after I get a little sleep.

Eva is hosting the mini-challenge this hour. She would like conscious participants to post pictures that somehow relate to their Readathon experience.

While most of you had duly gotten a good night's sleep, and were just crawling out of bed, I was crawling as well. Pub crawling! This is the group that poured my beer and saw me to the fringes of the Readathon much in the same way that the Munchkins saw Dorothy to the Yellow Brick Road.

I had started out with good intentions. I would do my meeting in Seoul late in the afternoon, have a short drink with the pub crawlers, then leave on the ten p.m. train. This would put me back in Gumi at one-thirty a.m, and ready to rock, roll and Readathon. When nine-something rolled around, I knew I couldn't make it to the train station. In fact, I had but the vaguest and wooziest of notions about how to find the subway station again! So I said what the hell and burned my train ticket. Mitzi took photos.

When the flames died, I knew there was no turning back. My Tough & Cool Inner Bookworm went to the bathroom to puke. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, Mitzi didn't get a picture of that.

Later, after a late evening repast at Burger King, the group splintered. Some had to get subways back to their section of Seoul. The ones who were planning to continue on decided to get wild at a place called the something Monkey. They piled into a couple of taxis and roared off. I really wanted to keep socializing, but I wanted my Readathon as well. In the end, the bookworm part of me won out. I found a place to begin reading and caught an early morning train out of the city. This is the first book I finished.