Last of the last

It's late night. I just got home from the last "class" with my morning group. As a morning group, I enjoy their company at night. All are animated and lively, quite unlike the morning, when all of us, including me, are just trying to keep everything straight, not worrying about the complexities or the English language. We ate meat and drank soju, too much soju (any soju is too much soju, because when you start drinking the stuff, there is really no point in stopping--you'll feel like death regardless. Then we went to another bar to drink a little beer. Not so much really. I was expected a lot more. I was expecting to be shown the seedy underworld of Gumi, the places some the students in the "running" club have been telling me about. But alas, nothing was seedy about the evening. I gave out my phone number, hoping that in losing the class, I would gain friends. Maybe, maybe not. One guy, just a little younger than me, is a drinker, getting wasted often on weeknights. He talked about beer with me tonight and is quite talkative on the subject, unlike class--morning--when he feels like hell. I do hope they contact me. While I didn't enjoy the class, early when none of us really wanted to do anything intellectual, I enjoyed their individual company, especially in a different setting, a more relaxed setting where we could be ourselves a little more freely.