Today was a day full of revelations. There's this English pub in town that I’ve been really excited about. If ever I felt lis for England, which was actually only one time, then I would go to the English pub to reconnect with the motherland. Well today I decided to take Karyn and Mike there to share a bit of my culture with them. When we get there, Mike and Karyn look around suspiciously. “Um Nicole, I don't think this place is English. It's Italian.”
I guess I should have seen the signs. You can only order pizza and pasta; the tablecloths are white and red checkered; and there's a big sign outside the front that says Italian Restaurant.
But in my defence they also have beer and football, which are the essence of Britishness. It was an easy mistake to make.
That afternoon we went to visit some of the guys. They were late and waited for them for two hours by the road, in which time I received three marriage proposals. I refused all three.
I guess I should have seen the signs. You can only order pizza and pasta; the tablecloths are white and red checkered; and there's a big sign outside the front that says Italian Restaurant.
But in my defence they also have beer and football, which are the essence of Britishness. It was an easy mistake to make.
That afternoon we went to visit some of the guys. They were late and waited for them for two hours by the road, in which time I received three marriage proposals. I refused all three.
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