Liverpudlians

Oh, I almost forgot. One more amusing moment from this past weekend: Ethan, PT, Amanda, and I went out for a late dinner on Sunday night around 10:00. The only thing we could find open was a lonely chicken wing restaurant. For some nutty reason, as Ethan, PT, and I drove over there, we started doing bad Liverpool accents and became, respectively, John Lennon, Ringo Starr, and George Harrison. We kept up the accents while ordering food, and the counter guy actually said to me, "I know that's not a Scottish accent...where are you from?" I blanked on where the Beatles were actually from, and just told him we were from Manchester.