Last Friday, October 22nd, our friends Penny and Michael hosted their annual pumpkin carving party at their home in McKinney, Texas. It was a great opportunity to meet up with friends, eat some really good barbeque and have fun. Michael’s Mississippi style ribs with his secret barbeque sauce and Penny’s Texas style brisket were the highlights of the night.
It was a pretty eclectic bunch: two Texans born and bred, one Mississippian (is that word?), two Canadians, two Brits, an Aussie and me. I could have said “three Americans” but I wanted to make the distinction between the two accents and barbeque styles.
At one point we all tried to replicate the Texan drawl. For some reason, it never failed to crack one of the Texans up every time I tried. “Ah lahk this, y’all!” I don’t think I’ve mastered it yet but it sure is fun trying. I want to be a Southern belle!
The following day we attended a Halloween party hosted by one of my tennis friends. Sean and I did not wear fancy dresses but as another guest said “your accent is fancy!” I guess we stood out like a sore thumb not only because we weren’t in costume but because we were the only foreigners with strange accents there. I have the sneaky suspicion that we were the only ones born outside Texas.
Memorable phrases of the night:
- “Hey, English, I’m taking your wife to the dance floor!”
- “Look! It’s Wales!” (she was referring to me, not Sean)
- “The pig pooped on my arm!” (yes, there was a living breathing piglet in attendance)
This is one of the funniest outfits because I think it embodies the prevailing sentiment here: