1/11/10
Don’t Tell Lilia is a common phrase that I have encountered in the past couple of days. As in “ok guys were going to go do this activity, D.T.L.” This is almost always met with a chorus of male voices chanting “D.T.L!, WE’RE KEEPING THIS ON THE D.T.L.” Last night a group of 15 or so of us went to a bar down the road which had 15 dollar pitchers of beer (cheapest anywhere we’ve found yet by far) and happy hour was 2 for 1 cocktails (they were all around 15 dollars each, so we got 2 for 15 which was a pretty good deal as the Aussies make their fruity beverages with alcohol more like a beverage of alcohol with some fruit in it). We missed happy hour but we were more than satisfied to drink a bit of beahr.
Sidenote:
[I have developed a new catch-phrase for the trip. I’ve perfected my accent enough to get this line down: “PEADA! It’s time to go to the bahr for some beahr mate!” I hope it continues to be as much fun as it was yesterday]
Peter bought the first three pitchers of beer and then we all split up into groups of three (payment wise, not physical arrangement) to order pitchers. After about 15 minutes the waitress said that she was really sorry, but we had drained all the beer on tap, so they only had bottled stuff left. Who says Americans can’t drink? Because she felt so bad she offered to extend happy hour for us so we could get two for one cocktails—and not just on the happy hour list. Any cocktail anywhere on the menu. We had some good times. Check out the following pictures. [I hope you all appreciate the pictures because it takes me about 10 minutes of loading screens to upload a 1 Mgb photo. I asked the head of the internet café about this when my first photo was failing to load, and she told me that maybe it was just really big. I said it wasn’t terribly large, only one Mgb, and she laughed and said that was “pretty damn big”. I found that amusing as much as frustrating.
We met for the second time yesterday—after two lectures on the scientific and cultural anthropology of the aborigines –and of the leaders for our trip tried to nail down our research project topics for us. It was frustrating because we just don’t have any basis of knowledge of Australian history or culture, so it is hard to come up with a thesis or question to focus on but we’ve managed to do it pretty well I think.
Don’t Tell Lilia is a common phrase that I have encountered in the past couple of days. As in “ok guys were going to go do this activity, D.T.L.” This is almost always met with a chorus of male voices chanting “D.T.L!, WE’RE KEEPING THIS ON THE D.T.L.” Last night a group of 15 or so of us went to a bar down the road which had 15 dollar pitchers of beer (cheapest anywhere we’ve found yet by far) and happy hour was 2 for 1 cocktails (they were all around 15 dollars each, so we got 2 for 15 which was a pretty good deal as the Aussies make their fruity beverages with alcohol more like a beverage of alcohol with some fruit in it). We missed happy hour but we were more than satisfied to drink a bit of beahr.
Sidenote:
[I have developed a new catch-phrase for the trip. I’ve perfected my accent enough to get this line down: “PEADA! It’s time to go to the bahr for some beahr mate!” I hope it continues to be as much fun as it was yesterday]
Peter bought the first three pitchers of beer and then we all split up into groups of three (payment wise, not physical arrangement) to order pitchers. After about 15 minutes the waitress said that she was really sorry, but we had drained all the beer on tap, so they only had bottled stuff left. Who says Americans can’t drink? Because she felt so bad she offered to extend happy hour for us so we could get two for one cocktails—and not just on the happy hour list. Any cocktail anywhere on the menu. We had some good times. Check out the following pictures. [I hope you all appreciate the pictures because it takes me about 10 minutes of loading screens to upload a 1 Mgb photo. I asked the head of the internet café about this when my first photo was failing to load, and she told me that maybe it was just really big. I said it wasn’t terribly large, only one Mgb, and she laughed and said that was “pretty damn big”. I found that amusing as much as frustrating.
We met for the second time yesterday—after two lectures on the scientific and cultural anthropology of the aborigines –and of the leaders for our trip tried to nail down our research project topics for us. It was frustrating because we just don’t have any basis of knowledge of Australian history or culture, so it is hard to come up with a thesis or question to focus on but we’ve managed to do it pretty well I think.
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