st. patricks day
in which guinness is discovered to be the liquid equivalent of 10 bowls of pasta. seriously. we'll see how well my delicate american constitution (the non-paper variety--though equally delicate) holds up in dublin next weekend. because if you drink 4 pints you get a crazy hat. and my friends, i am all about those crazy hats.
living in a culture so akin to my own (I was flashed by a drunken englishman on my way home last night. suddenly their need for a world-wide empire makes so much more sense. hail britannia? no, not so much. margaret thatcher probably packs more heat than that kid) has shed a lot of light on the strange postmodern amalgamation of my home country. why are we so much fatter than our posh-talking cousins? automobiles, urban sprawl, and let's face it, better food.
I may also have the gun thing worked out. but that's another entry, because the southern and its two pound vodka tonics are calling my name.
i miss you guys like hella. yes, hella. I may have appropriated a few select britishisms into my vocabulary, but i'll be damned if I forsake the linguistic banner of my homeland (norcal, that is). and I'll eat bangers and mash for breakfast before you catch me saying "wicked."
living in a culture so akin to my own (I was flashed by a drunken englishman on my way home last night. suddenly their need for a world-wide empire makes so much more sense. hail britannia? no, not so much. margaret thatcher probably packs more heat than that kid) has shed a lot of light on the strange postmodern amalgamation of my home country. why are we so much fatter than our posh-talking cousins? automobiles, urban sprawl, and let's face it, better food.
I may also have the gun thing worked out. but that's another entry, because the southern and its two pound vodka tonics are calling my name.
i miss you guys like hella. yes, hella. I may have appropriated a few select britishisms into my vocabulary, but i'll be damned if I forsake the linguistic banner of my homeland (norcal, that is). and I'll eat bangers and mash for breakfast before you catch me saying "wicked."