Are you Australian?

Mar. 15th, 2009 at 12:26 am

So today wasn't terribly exciting- I slept wayyyyy in, ate, planned out a huge chunk of Italy with Keens, and then met up with Caitlin and two friends of hers from home that are visiting.

We ended up at 'spoons (Wetherspoons/The Half Moon, I don't understand why it's called both), and after acquring a table, Caitlin takes her friends up to the bar to order their food. I go up on my own after, and this guy who was at least late twenties was trying to order a drink, but saw me waiting behind a woman ordering food and told me to come stand up at the bar. He proceeded to tell me that I am very pretty, and I discover that he is both Irish and, typically, drunk.

The woman who was ordering was taking forever and asking a hundred fifty thousand questions, and the bartender kept shooting me apologetic looks both for the wait and the fact that the Irish clan was trying to get me to play 'hot or not' with them, when really I just wanted to tell them all that they are older than I find attractive so they all lose. However, I was polite but distant, and finally placed my order whilst fending off questions of whether I was there alone or not and comments about how my friends can't possibly be as pretty as I am. I was a bit put out that he didn't at least buy me a drink after talking at me for so long (he got a kick out of one of my responses, which was to indicate that a friend of his that was twenty years older as the 'best looking,' rather than himself or another friend that he was trying to compare himself to).

Lo and behold, they were sitting in the same area of 'spoons as the four of us, so just after I sat down with my water, I started trying to tell my story of woe when Patrick came up yet again, introduced himself, and tried flirting with all of us and attempting to get us all to rank him and his friends. We were just about dying laughing, especially when his rundown of names went 'Emily, Emily, Caitlin, Steph,' rather than the two Caitlins and the one Steph and Emily actually at the table.

One of his friends came over and asked if we are Australian, which brings me to the main purpose of this post. What is it about rather indeterminate American accents that makes British people think we are Australian? I have heard that from numerous others, and it always strikes me as rather strange. Maybe I'll start working on an Australian accent, and see if they think I am American if I speak with one of those.

At any rate, his visitations made our decision about dessert, so we hoofed it to Budgens, bought some cupcakes, consumed said cupcakes, and now I am shivering in the library since they apparently don't believe in heat here at night.

I really enjoyed the guy who was yelling at his computer a little while ago- he was very, very intent on a boxing match. The guy across from me and I gave slightly weirded out looks. Also, I saw my copy/paste friend from the library in a phone booth today, which would not be strange if it weren't for the fact that she was on the phone for at least two and a half hours.