Okay, so it’s not my birthday…but don’t tell anyone at the bar that. My orientation roommate, Mark, played a joke on me last night. He walked up and started singing Happy Birthday to me as loud as he could. By the end of the song, a huge group was gathered around me. People were wishing me a happy birthday and others were buying me shots of Soju. The owner of the bar brought an entire bottle and split it with me. It was my “bursday soju drinku.” I tried to decline after the first two shots, but he was persistent. A friend from Australia who understands Korean culture explained that it is extremely rude to refuse a drink in that situation. So, I drank.
I tried to tell everyone that it wasn’t my birthday, but nobody could hear me over the music and the applause. Mark told me to, “just go with it.” And I did. It was fun.
As soon as I got to the cafeteria this morning, someone walked up to me and wished me a happy birthday. I spent the rest of the morning explaining to people that it was a joke. Luckily, nobody was too offended. I didn’t even have to pay people back for the drinks they bought me.
Until next time.