That’s a Wrap – First Week in Texas

As I sit here and reflect on my first week of being in Texas, I don’t think I could have envisaged it going any better.

Right now, I’m sat in a place called ‘Buffalo Wild Wings’. It is a place like no other. They have more television screens in here than I have probably ever seen in my lifetime. Anywhere there is some space – there is a TV screen. I dread to think how much the electricity bill must be.

Likewise, as I busily type in the corner of this sports bar/chicken heaven, a night of trivia surrounds me. If you didn’t already know, Cuba is 117 miles long.

With my best friend Samuel Adams costing just $2.99 a pint on a Wednesday, I get the feeling that I could be visiting here more than once.

Talking of great places to go, earlier this week I paid a visit to one of the most bizarre concepts I’ve ever seen.

Harvey Washbangers.

At HW, you can drink beer, eat burgers and… do your laundry. Yep that’s right, do your laundry.

So, if you ever fancy eating a cheeseburger, drinking a delicious craft beer.. all whilst your whites and smalls frantically spin in front of you (and let’s face it, who wouldn’t?), then you’re in luck.

I’m afraid to say that it hasn’t all been cookies and cream in my escapades around College Station though. I had an episode of light-embarrassment during my time at the Brewhouse Restaurant in Post Oak Mall on Labor Day.

A song from my favorite band, Oasis, embraced the airwaves of this said eatery whilst I was tucking into my lunch. A huge sense of English nostalgia filled me up inside and naturally, I started to sing/mime the lyrics to myself.

In hindsight, it wasn’t a good call. And certainly won’t be happening again.

By the time the second half of the song came around, I was deep in discussion with a dude who had noticed that I was enjoying the soothing tones of the Gallagher brothers.

As I started to speak, like everyone does here, it was presumed that I was from Australia. In fact, it’s almost got to the point that I may just start agreeing with folks that I’m from the Aussie outback. People seem a little disappointed when I say that I’m actually from across the pond.

Anyway, after establishing my roots, this chap had asked if I knew any of the band personally because ‘we must live near each other’. He again looked disappointed as I said that I did not.

He did cheer up when I said that I nip round to Buckingham Palace for afternoon tea and crumpets with the Queen though. So all was well in the world again.

The language used here is still something that I’ve not got to grips with yet. Yes, we both speak English. However, the slang used by the people of England and America could not be more different.

I’m trying hard to Americanize a lot of the things I say, just so that I don’t get awkward and baffled looks in return. However, if anything, I’ve noticed myself going in the other direction.

I have found myself saying ridiculously over the top British sayings. For instance, during the A&M-Rice game, I noticed that after a big hit I shouted ‘corr blimey’, I don’t even say that at home. Baffling.

One thing I am really working on though is nullifying the use of the word ‘mate’. I can’t help myself. At home, everyone uses it to greet each other. Here though, it has no currency.

This comes with big problems. As a replacement, saying the word ‘dude’ or ‘buddy’ in a typical British accent just does not work. It sounds unnatural and uncool – not a good look.

As the weekend draws nearer, A&M’s game v Sam Houston State is just around the corner. I found out this week that I’ll be sat up with the Gods for it. Let’s hope my fear of heights doesn’t come back to haunt me.

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