A quick story about my night
So, I haven’t updated in like 3 months.. yeah.
I felt the urge to spread the tale of awesomeness tonight that I had.
It all began with my new found buddy Brian offering to Jared and myself to go out to an “Ugly Sweater Party” hosted by some people he knew from his work. I agreed, as the idea of such a party made me laugh a bit. So! After Jared and I bought some seriously 90s prep-looking sweaters from Goodwill, we proceeded to get picked up by Brian and head for this party donned in our sweaters. Mind you, it was a good 80 degrees out today, so wearing these sweaters was a serious task for us. Anyways, we get to the party and have a good ol’ time with the 15 or so people there and at some point later on we ended up talking in Scottish accents. Jared, Brian and I were just going at it non-stop. So, we end up taking off from the party around 1:30am to get some IHOP–as we were ALL in the mood for something to eat. Oh and we got semi-lost/confused on the highways coming from dropping off Brian’s friend Erica, but we made our way to IHOP eventually.
We carry on the Scottish (Irish for Jared) accents into IHOP and sit down and take our orders and the waitress honestly believed us to be from ‘across the pond.’ She kept asking us simple questions about why we were here in Michigan and how it’s been since we got here and all that jazz. It was a serious riot. But of course, to keep ourselves into the mood, we kept speaking in the accents while the waitress was away making sure the other customers believed us as well. We made up a story about Jared’s uncle Brenden who was a real party animal and how he was in jail for some reason and Jared kept getting snobbish because ‘we knew damn well why his uncle was in prison and how we shouldn’t speak of it any more’ trying to play off being ashamed. Brian and I played it as if we were cousin’s and how Brian could drive whereas I couldn’t because I didn’t want to take the damn driving test here dispite my being here in the US for a year and a half. We kept our composure for about 45 minutes and didn’t laugh or break character for a second. It was flipping fantastic.
So my night ended in serious talk in Scottish accents and badassery. How about that?
So, it’s only 10am and I’ve already noticed something big(ish) today: A marketing scheme that pushes fear of technology in people.
I just saw
So, since I had my 