The other night at the bar I work at a British guy was there –and he totally thought I was British.
(The way I sound is *so* weird at this point, kids. I’ve picked up so much bizarre phraseology from all over. I sound like some kind of weird mutt. It’s *fabulous*. Like. No one is ever really sure *where* I’m from. They’re just all sure that it’s ‘not from around here’.
I LOVE IT SO MUCH.)
It was great, because he was like ‘At first I thought you were from the North…’ and all I could think was
and then, I said something, and for a while he thought I was Irish. Which. Like.
THAT IS ALSO ACCEPTABLE.
I WILL BE FROM IRELAND, FOR YOU FRIEND.
But like, I think the best part of all of this, is that he actually said I had “BROGUE”.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard an accent being called a ‘brogue’ outside of the
amazing, fantastic, spectacular romance novels I’ve read?
HE ACTUALLY SAID ‘YOU SOUNDED LIKE YOU HAD A BROGUE THERE.’
I feel completely and utterly victorious about every life decision I have ever made right now.