English people rock
Last night John and I wanted to go to a movie, but they weren't running the one that we HAD wanted to see. Instead we decided we would just get a couple beers and chill, all was well and chilling at the Merchant Malt House until one of the English ladies at the table behind us came up next to us when she was losing theor game too much. Her name was Cindy, and her John and I talked for about an hour I would say. She bought us shots and drunkly accused us of "bastardizing" her language, apparently she was just "pissing on us." Long about that time I had to "have a piss" (got to use all the slang I picked up from her). When I got back she was trying to talk to John in an "American" accent (we have no accent, at least us Midwesters) and John was trying to talk british, then she went on another bastardizing rant that had something to do with american impressions of british english always involving the word bloody. Then she tried getting John and I to dance (keep in mind there is no music) and we said no. Then we left, then we went to the emptiest Calle Betis I have every seen, then we went home. Fun eh? I want to find a canadian to talk to now.