I have some advice for you. Go get yourself a British friend. I highly recommend it. They sound cool when they talk- regardless of what they say (and they say some weird things). They eat some gnarly shit but they know good tea and how to drink it. And they’re just downright awesome people.
Ok so I’m generalizing. I can’t vouch for every British person there is. But I can vouch for one – the Brit.
The Brit and I had dinner the other night and it was fun to spend time together again. It was like old times.
Here are a few highlights.
- He’s F*ing rude! But good. Don’t forget good.
- I love it when you order pudding. I like watching you eat.
- [The waitress] “Do you want 6 or 9 ounces of wine?” The Brit holds up 9 fingers and says “6”.
- Are you going to finish your chips? I love to eat them like a sandwich with coleslaw in the middle.
In other exciting news, The Brit and I are planning a trip back to the Annex to explore our old stomping grounds and see what adventure we can rustle up. Stay tuned!!