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Language is a funny thing


After spending a few days in West Chester at some friends of mine awesome wedding, there were a few little problems. Entirely to do with the nuances of the English/American dialects. You'd think that as an English speaking nation, it would be pretty straightforward to order a drink in the USA. Like a "gin and bitter lemon". Not much can really go that wrong. Apart from when you ask someone to get you a "gin and bitter lemon" and they return with a what tasted like a triple gin and turned out to be a gin and a "bit of" lemon.

Their wedding was absolutely amazing. I feel quite privileged to have been invited and have been able to take part in such a special occasion. And also meet some excellent people, and also have an amazing holiday with my friends.
There's loads more photos on Facebook, but here's one of us on the morning of the wedding.



I make it sound like the drink "gin and bitter lemon" doesn't exist in the USA. The picture below is of a gin and bitter lemon made for me by a barman in Washington DC. This was his 3rd attempt, in which he nailed it, and so I got it for free for teaching him to make a new drink.
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  1. Unknown20 August 2010 at 06:16

    It's Kris Raven everybody! Ha! "bitter lemon" sounds like bit of lemon to us US folks. Funny story - as we were sitting at our table waiting for dinner to be brought out at the wedding, my sister was talking to Stephen who nicely told her that Neill was a Doc, Surgeon. My sister later asked Neill what it was like to be a Dog Surgeon...HA! See an easy misunderstanding of the English accent turned Neill into a vet...which he quickly corrected her about. HA!

    PS. I am so glad you are blogging, I hope to keep up with your adventures :)

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  2. Kris20 August 2010 at 07:17

    Hahahaha, did Stephen set her up for that?! Brilliant though, another gem!
    Glad you're liking the blog Sarah. :)

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