|Terrible photo courtesy of the sucky lighting in my hotel room|
See? (If you're not aware of Lor's love of Zebra Cakes, click here.) OMG, exciting. Also, this was my breakfast a good chunk of the time because my hotel didn't have a restaurant and I was too lazy to find somewhere that served real food. Anyway, the Zebra Cakes led to the first of many Australian-American language differences.
Me: Ooooooh, Zebra Cakes!!
Lor: ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEbra Cakes. They're called ZEEbra Cakes.
Me: I kind of want another bag of crisps...
Me: These things?
Sweeney: You mean chips.
Me: Noooo, chips are hot.
Sweeney: Those are fries. Fries are fries and chips are chips!!!
Me in Lor and Penny's hotel room: Wow, those ARE weird power points.
Me: *points* Those things? The stuff you plug electrical stuff into?
Penny: You mean an OUTLET?
Lor: Ohhhhhhhh. I thought you meant like on the computer. You know, PowerPoint.
Walking through Grant Park (and totally stolen from Lor's post because I'm too lazy to write it myself, and which you should all read because it's totally awesome):
Me: Oh no! That bubbler is running constantly.
Lor: Uh, you mean the water fountain? Bubbler! HA.
Me: Well... we called it a bubbler in primary school.
Penny: You mean elementary school?
Me: PRIMARY. It goes from grade one to...
Lor: You mean first grade?
While eating waffle fries at Navy Pier which tasted like Velveeta (again, stolen from Lor's post, only with the emphasis on tomato changed):
Sweeney: Maybe if we drown it in ketchup? Or salsa? Pass the ketchup.
Me: Oh, you mean tomato sauce?
Lor: NO. To-may-to sauce is the thing you put on pizza. It's... sauce-y, you know?
Me: No, that's tomato paste.
Lor: NOOOOO. To-may-to paste is the thing that comes in a can and is paste-y.
Sweeney: You really have the best definitions. To-may-to paste: paste-y.
In the bathroom at the Summit:
Me: Oops. I nearly tripped over the rubbish bin.
Lor and Sweeney: RUBBISH BIN!!!!!
Me: I feel like I'm in the middle of that scene in Love Actually where they make him say random stuff... You know, "BOTTLE!!"
Lor: I'm going to use that every time I don't want to do something. "Do you want to go to the movies tonight?" "Pff. Rubbish bin."
Other Australian pronunciations/words that confuse Americans?
- Vase (rather than vay-se)
It was delicious. On Monday morning, we trekked down to the Field Museum. We saw Sue, the most complete T-Rex in existence. We saw stone age artefacts. Taxidermied specimens. A man-eating lion. Lor and I sat in giant plastic cicadas. They were NOT comfortable. And we laughed hysterically in the dinosaur rooms. Why?
|Skulls with knobs on|
|This *bone* came from a gigantic dinosaur and you can touch it...|
We're classy like that. Then we headed back to Lor and Penny's hotel to meet Sweeney. Cramming four girls and three lots of luggage into Sweeney's Mustang was an interesting experience!! From there, we headed to Navy Pier for a grand farewell to Chicago for Lor and Penny.
We stopped to eat as soon as we got there. It was our last meal together, and we spent pretty much the entire thing in fits of hysterical laughter. I ordered a chicken salad wrap for lunch, which came with chips (sorry Sweeney, FRIES) or coleslaw. But there was also mac and cheese on the menu. So I asked for a side of that as well as my wrap. The waitress said that for like $2, I could sub in a serve of mac and cheese.
Sweeney and Lor: (yelling) YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Waitress: *looks terrified* Okay then.
So all three of us were insanely excited about our mac and cheese. When it arrived, we each took a bite and then made this face:
Sweeney: This is made with smoked cheese...
Me: It tastes like bonfire.
Lor: OHMIGAWD, YOU'RE RIGHT!!
It really did. Needless to say, we barely ate any of it. Lor's serve of mac and bonfire had been a lot bigger than mine and Sweeney's, so she felt the need to hide the evidence. In her sandwich. Under a lettuce leaf in Penny's salad. In the leftover waffle fries. IN THE SALSA. We could barely breathe we were laughing so hard. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that we'd soon be going our separate ways, not meeting again for who knows how long.
After the lunch of hilarity, we wandered through the shops at Navy Pier, stopping to buy fudge, and to look at the stained glass museum (with added soundtrack courtesy of Lor singing 'Belle' from Beauty and the Beast). At the entrance to the pier, I left them to walk back to my hotel. I miss the bloggy friend bubble. Everything was ten times funnier in there...