So I’ve been back in Glasgow for a few days dear followers and even though I was only gone for three weeks, I’ve forgotten a few vital things. Example 1: When I went to the little coffee shop by my flat yesterday morning, I ordered coffee with cream and the man looked up at me as if I had just told him I would be paying with strands of my own hair. He then said, “you just like, want it in a wee cup on the side?” And I was like, “Um yeah that’s cool.”
Now, for my American followers you are probs saying to yourself, “Ashley, I just don’t see what the problem is here.” However, for our readers from the UK, Australia, Canada, Russia, Brazil, Argentina, Belgium, India, and the one person from Kazakhstan (I bet you thought I wasn’t going to mention you BUT I DID), you are probably thinking, “BITCH YOU CRAZY BITCH.” Confused? Well when I got a cup of black coffee with a paper cup on the side filled to the top with whipped cream, I was too. And then I realized, OH WAIT this isn’t America where cream means milk — it means whipped cream. Why did I just talk about whipped cream for 200 words? That’s none of your god damned business. And since that's really the only example I have of forgetting things, we'll move on.
Speaking of being not so intelligent, today is the first day of the new semester and of course I had homework and reading that I could have had done over Christmas break. But did I you ask? Nay. I obviously chose to do more important things like beat Stephanie’s ass at Rainbow Road/Mario Kart and eat more sugar than any human being should consume in one lifetime. So I had to do it all over the last three days. And it actually wasn’t so bad except for the part where I had to read over 100 pages of poetry that made absolutely no sense. I was going to quote it, but I’m afraid of doing that so I’m just going to say that I’m sorry, but repeating the same word for twenty lines does not a poem make. Especially when it’s a word you made up. That’s all I’m going to say. And just you watch, everyone in my class is going to LOVE it. That’s usually how these things work out.
But for now, I must bid you farewell as I prepare to head out on my adventures of the scholastic nature. But just know that when Stephanie posts in a few days, she has some great stories. Like, they involve people on acid thinking she's Hannibal Lecter. I'm just saying it's probably going to be better than a story about cream. But that's just me.
And now, for some random pictures from over break I found on my phone:
I took this right before I went home.
It's the view from the coffee shop where I got bitch slapped emotionally by the barista.
An excellent angle of Stephanie Welling taken immediately after picking her up from the airport.
Stephanie at my friend's house on New Years Eve. She's shy.
Dropping bitch duck (Steph) off at the desolate airport.
Right before my flight to Glasgow, I found this massive rabbit sculpture that Stephanie and I dubbed, "The Great Cow of Sacramento International." My father later informed me that this work of art cost the city upwards of a million dollars to install. That'a boy Sacramento, that'a boy.
Not even half of my reading (for one class) this semester. NOT EVEN AFRAID
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Until next time,
Ashley
At the Glasgow Christmas market. No seriously
Cream + Coffee = Good (Apparently**)
ReplyDeleteWhipped Cream + Coffee = Also good! (Apparently**)
Also, never be afraid of just reaching across the desk and literally bitch slapping a barista if they try and put you down. It's ok.... everyone deserves to be smacked for something they've done in their life. You're just helping the process along.
(** = all things are second hand information from other people because I truly thing that coffee is vile and disgusting and in no way should ever be consumed, drunk, eaten or grown)
Why you would call milk "cream" in the first place is beyond me.
ReplyDeleteMaybe just start drinking coffee black and become jet-lag proof, or just use the whipped cream as defiantly as possible. Stare at him manically as you put it in your coffee while saying things like "yeah that's right, that's how we roll in the land of the free."
Or something like that...
Who'd have thought it possible to be insulted by a wooden pig?
ReplyDeleteAlso, while Stephanie may have a great story about acid-tripping hippies thinking she's Hannibal Lecter, just wait for next week's post: "Ashley Has Diabetes and Had a Foot Amputated."
What, you didn't think ingesting all that sugar would have no repercussions, did you?
BUT HOW WILL I BE ABLE TO DANCE??? HOW
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I salute you for your ability to drink coffee there at all. I gave up after about three days in England, their version of coffee is revenge for the Boston tea party.
ReplyDeleteSome of my best friends are Scots. I love them. These pictures make me miss them. I used to go pub crawling in Edinburgh when I was a teenager.I've scads of old black and white photo's of Scotland. And it's about bloody time you girls posted! Love you in the mask, or is that really you?
ReplyDeleteIt's atta boy, not that's a boy. GOSH.
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Oh and Anne, the person in the mask was me. I was in charge of scaring people coming out of the bathroom.
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Tomato, tomato Stephanie ... that phrase doesn't work so well spelled out. And I said, "that'a boy," not, "THAT'S a boy." JEEZ
ReplyDelete- Ash
Good thing you didn't try one of those long-assed Starbucks latte orders. Dude might have flipped his kilt.
ReplyDeleteAre you making fun of my non-fat, extra foam, half-caf, breve hazelnut latte with caramel drizzle? I HOPE NOT
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I knew that was you in the mask, I was just kidding! I appreciate your comment. You're in Scotland so I know you understand that stanza.
ReplyDeleteI'm looking at the comments and reread your first paragraph and am experiencing cognitive dissonence. The Scotsman was not insulting you, cream is by definition cream, not milk. Cream is the fat off the top of what you call milk. His use of the English language was correct. I realize you were not being snarky when you wrote this. The people who said rude things about the Scotsman were though and it's appalling. Rusty's comment is horribly offensive. I am married to an American and he does not behave in this fashion. I don't want to upset anyone with this comment, I am just shocked at the comments. The Scots are a wonderful, funny people and are not ignorant.
ReplyDeleteThat's a rabbit? It looks like a spiderman blow up doll.
ReplyDeleteWhat the hell did I just say?
(Presses publish anyway.)
Hahah right after I took this picture, a little kid actually ran up to the rabbit and was like "SPIDDDERRRMANNNNN!!!!" ... but then he found out it was just massive, pointless piece of crap ... um I mean art.
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Note to self: If ever rich enough to travel to foreign lands, ask for milk. Also, for a moment I thought the big rabbit statue was an odd angle of Spiderman.
ReplyDeleteHave fun with all that reading!
Haha Alicia, see my above explanation
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That's a rabbit? Holy shit. I thought it was Spiderman too, actually. The pig with your name on it is pretty fucking awesome as well.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, whipped cream is worth 200 words. Even if I'm allergic to it.
Anything that makes you fat or sneeze is worth 200 words ... isn't that what they say?
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Anne - Rusty was only joking, no harm done.
ReplyDeleteAnne, I think Rusty was making fun of ME and not the Scots. He said that calling milk "cream" like we do in the states was silly because it's not cream. I was just making fun of myself for using the wrong word.
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I was never upset with you at all. I got what you were saying in the post. And I get Rusty's comment now that I know he's from Australia. The that's how we role in the land of the free sounded so American and I thought the worst. I don't want to ruin your post with this. You did write about other things. I didn't give the first paragraph a second thought until I came back over to return your comment.
ReplyDeleteAnd that last part of my post is troll bait. I've been trolled twice by the same eejit and I'm putting him in my Troll of Fame on Friday. My pet troll Guido has already bagged and tagged the bastard. His heads going up on a pike!
ReplyDeleteI've only been as close as Ireland...only Tea and Beer...no cream. I agree with dbs...Spiderman all the way...but really it was the wooden pig that I think about today...luck with the poetry!
ReplyDeleteNow, if the artist actually intended it to be a Spiderman bunny, then by all means spend $1 million. But I'm going to guess he didn't ... Haha and thank you :)
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I was in Sacramento airport recently too..... and saw that weird huge red rabbit.... that cost a million? Man judging from my trip there they could have used some of that money for their downtown.... seriously!
ReplyDeleteOh you mean you don't enjoy the "if you wanted to buy crack/cocaine right now, you totally could" atmosphere? BUT WHY?? ;)
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Oh man how I hate the scream mask..it seems the older I get the more scared of it I become?
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You are not alone speakers4u, Stephanie was scaring the shit out of every person that came out of the bathroom that night. We Welling's know how to party .. haha
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God people are stupid with their "art". 1 million dollars could have bought so much food for hungry people, built a shelter, fixed some roads, or somehow gone in my pocket.
ReplyDeleteI used to live in the UK and my family lives there now so I know it can be quirky. How do you like the butter on your sandwiches?
Guess what. Guess. Okay I'll tell you. I'm an English teacher if you want to ask me about poetry I can try to pretend to sort of help maybe if you ever need it :)
ps I had the coffee with whipped cream thing happen and I say more of it man, more of it. You know what else? When I lived in Ireland I used to order pop with espresso in it. Half a glass of coke, double shot espresso, pour it in, top with whip cream, bam! you're awake.
ReplyDeleteand sick, but it tastes not so bad at all
I'm not sure that coffee/soda combo would help me understand the poetry, but it would get me through it ... and probably 15 times faster. Haha. And I might take you up on the poetry help, don't tempt me
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Well, personally, I'd rather have whip cream than milk anyway...so it sounds like you won that battle.
ReplyDeleteReading about your life makes me miss my university days. If only I could go back in time
ReplyDeletehahaha. I remember during my childhood days our neighbour named his dog after his annoying neighbour and whenever he wanted to vent out his anger on his neighbour he would scold his dog. You sisters seem to be so close, but my sister if at all had the opportunity to see a pig with my name, she would buy it immediately and place it in our living room or in our porch for everyone to see.
ReplyDeleteAnd about coffee , count me in. I dont know, I cant handle black coffee.
I'm looking forward to your next post: Ashley and Stephanie battle osteoporosis. Tentatively scheduled for 2061.
ReplyDeleteThe wittle piggies are so cute!
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