Friday, May 23, 2008

I walked into a pole

So I'm realizing that I'm doing a lot of embarrassing things here, sober, so I might as well draw attention to them in as many ways possible, such as making them the title of my posts.
Yesterday we had our WONDERFUL (notice the sarcasm) class with dear old George and his pleats (gross I know).  I have a system down for that class.  I pay attention long enough to make my one comment, only to have him "play devil's advocate" every time because he loves the sound of his own voice, and then I just zone out and daydream about the British boy I plan on meeting.  In the two hours of that class I was able to create where he lives, how we met, his family background, and our first two dates.  Pretty successful right? (gosh I'm ridiculous).
After class I called the Odeon Cinema (the big movie theater here) and attempted to find times for Indiana Jones only to be greeted by one of those recordings that ask you to say your options instead of pressing numbers.  This is how I realized that speaking in an American accent does not work for this service while in Great Britain.  It honestly took me five times to say "Kensington High Street" and another five to say "Indiana Jones" (I even tried speaking in a British accent).  Let's hope I didn't use up all my prepaid cell phone minutes on that stupid phonecall.  Anyways, we went to see Indiana Jones.  Now in English cinemas (they don't call them movies or theaters, it's cinema) they play commercials and previews for literally 30 minutes.  By the time they are over, you feel like you've sat there through an entire film.  My favorite commercial was the one for an "axe" type product (I'm such an ad major).  Okay back to the movie, it sucked.  I was so excited for it only to be disappointed by it.  All I have to say is ALIENS?!?!  Seriously Spielberg, what were you thinking?
After that I spent the rest of the night skyping and showing people my flat with my webcam that finally works. (the rest of you need to set it up/actually go on it so we can talk!)
Things I have learned
1.  British automated phones hate American accents
2.  People have no shame in London
3.  The Weakest Link still plays in England and the host lives in my neighborhood
4.  The tighter the pants the better in London
5.  Movies are 7 pounds...matinee...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

a british boy???!!! oy see what I get out of your posts...