Have I gone Euro?
A couple of weeks ago I sarcastically declared that I was Euro because I could make an appointment over the phone in French. Now, after his visit, Dave has thrown down the gauntlet and declared that it's true that I'm Euro. Allow me to respond to his points:
(1) British spelling...guilty as charged. At work I have to write in British English (socialise, colour, programme), so now I tend to think in those terms and use that spelling all the time instead of switching back and forth. For what it's worth, I have NOT adopted a faux-British accent.
(2) Metric system...I have to disagree (mostly) with this one. It's true that I've kinda figured out the centigrade/Fahrenheit thing, although only in the most general of terms (16C=61F, 30C=almost 90F, 0C=32F...anything else is a rough guess). I finally figured out kilos (multiply times 2 and add a little bit). I can only do kilometers by working the math in my head or (more commonly) by looking at my speedometer. I can't do centimeters to save my life (which could be a problem because the baby's measurements will be in centimeters and kilos). Let's just say I'm not planning to come back to the States pushing to convert to metric like they tried in elementary school in the '70s.
(3a) Manpurse...I've covered this one before. Yes, I have one.
(3b) Manpris. I've never heard this term before, but evidently that's what Dave called the 3/4-length shorts (i.e., man capris) he saw when he was on the town with Gretchen, to which Gretchen responded by telling him that I have some. It's true, but I don't think of them as being very Euro. If they were Euro (or at least what you see around here), they would be white and slim and, in my opinion, pretty gay-looking. Mine, on the other hand, are from Australia and are bulky and (in my humble opinion) not that gay-looking at all. Dorky, perhaps, but Euro? I'll let you decide (from last summer in Krakow):
In fairness, I suppose I should add that I now go on holiday rather than vacation, willingly choose to watch football on TV (or soccer, as you Yanks might call it), and drink wine at dinner almost every night. On the other hand, I'm desperately craving a trip back home to the States so I can shop for clothes and shoes in sizes and styles that I know and understand...
(1) British spelling...guilty as charged. At work I have to write in British English (socialise, colour, programme), so now I tend to think in those terms and use that spelling all the time instead of switching back and forth. For what it's worth, I have NOT adopted a faux-British accent.
(2) Metric system...I have to disagree (mostly) with this one. It's true that I've kinda figured out the centigrade/Fahrenheit thing, although only in the most general of terms (16C=61F, 30C=almost 90F, 0C=32F...anything else is a rough guess). I finally figured out kilos (multiply times 2 and add a little bit). I can only do kilometers by working the math in my head or (more commonly) by looking at my speedometer. I can't do centimeters to save my life (which could be a problem because the baby's measurements will be in centimeters and kilos). Let's just say I'm not planning to come back to the States pushing to convert to metric like they tried in elementary school in the '70s.
(3a) Manpurse...I've covered this one before. Yes, I have one.
(3b) Manpris. I've never heard this term before, but evidently that's what Dave called the 3/4-length shorts (i.e., man capris) he saw when he was on the town with Gretchen, to which Gretchen responded by telling him that I have some. It's true, but I don't think of them as being very Euro. If they were Euro (or at least what you see around here), they would be white and slim and, in my opinion, pretty gay-looking. Mine, on the other hand, are from Australia and are bulky and (in my humble opinion) not that gay-looking at all. Dorky, perhaps, but Euro? I'll let you decide (from last summer in Krakow):
In fairness, I suppose I should add that I now go on holiday rather than vacation, willingly choose to watch football on TV (or soccer, as you Yanks might call it), and drink wine at dinner almost every night. On the other hand, I'm desperately craving a trip back home to the States so I can shop for clothes and shoes in sizes and styles that I know and understand...
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