Monday Randomness

Not enough for a blog story but just enough for some random thoughts....

I went to the cinema on Friday to see The Fighter. I went to the concession stand to buy some popcorn. The attendant asked me if I wanted sweet or salted or mixed popcorn. I asked him if the salted popcorn came with butter. I got the strangest look from him and repeated my request. He didn't understand...I guess salted, buttery popcorn must be an American thing.

It's funny what you hear in the ladies bathroom...or toilet as they say here. The Fighter was about an Irish American boxer from Boston. After the movie was over, I heard a few women asking why the main character considered himself Irish. He wasn't from Ireland. Was his parents or grandparents from Ireland? I pretty much get this a lot here in London/Europe. Even though my family are Mexicans, if you were born in American, you are considered American. Although I do get the occasional...but you don't look like an American. Then I have to explain. It seems Americans tend to hold onto their roots.

One final thing about The Fighter. In one of the scenes, the championship title was held in London. I turned to my friend and commented that I didn't know big boxing events were held in London or that boxing was even big here. I was told that no, not everything was "American."

Helen and I went to the Wildlife Photography Exhibit at the Natural History Museum. It was amazing. We laughed like teenagers at the Bearded Tit bird and the Sperm Whale photographs.

I felt like I was in a time warp this weekend. After seeing my friend play a gig in Soho, we decided to bar hop. We thought we heard Jamie Fox' "Gold Digger" song. We went upstairs to check it out only to find George Harrison look a-likes and nothing but 50s music playing. The people/hipsters were even dressed from that era. We decided to leave because we felt slightly out of place and then headed to another bar not too far down. We then transcended to the 60s and 70s. The DJ was a short Asian guy with long hair and a black robin hood velvety hat. He was grooving to his tunes. I think there were other people out of place because there were a few guys overdressed with suits. It was hilarious to be off the beaten path!