Written Saturday 24 May
"Can I get a bottled water please?"
*blank stare* "A what, sorry?"
"A bottled water please."
"Sorry, a...?"
"A bottle of water!"
"Oh...boddled warder, sure."
The language barrier between two English speaking countries is tougher to overcome than you might think. I got laughed at for saying "butter" in NYC ("Do you mean budder?" No, no I do not) and after the bottled water debacle I asked for a restroom rather than a bathroom/loo/toilet to avoid further confusion among both parties concerned. Life is hard :P
Americanisms aside, had a nice day today - explored downtown and then hit the beach. Weather has been quite disappointing considering we're on the Californian coast but with a jacket and a fleece on it felt like the sun could have been shining! Some of the group caught a baseball game in the evening but because I only decided I wanted to join really late in the day I had to chance it with tickets and didn't end up getting in, the queues were way long. The evening wasn't wasted though - Saturday night means wine time obvs, so sipped a couple of lovely Chardonnays in an Irish pub (where else) in the Gaslight District, half watched the game on TV and caught some live jazz with our tour leader who also hadn't managed to get a ticket. Fun fun - although this adjective may not be appropriate for tomorrow morning...6am start then 8 hour drive to Vegas...! There will be a party bus waiting for us soon after we arrive though, so swings and roundabouts! Can't wait for a Vegas night out, s'gonna be cray!
