July 12, 2008

Union Jane gets bar-punked

[Editor's note: Part three of Union Jane's epic night of pretension. Refresh your memory of part two here or start from the beginning here.]

Me, a little nervous at his unpredictability, but still eager for booze: “We’ll have two vodka-waters with lime please.”

I’d only been in the UK for a short time at this point, and wasn’t aware of the confusion my favourite drink can cause. A seasoned drinker, I’ve become a huge fan of vodka and water with a wedge of lime.

(side note: I learned the benefits of this concoction after an evening of sugar-filled cosmopolitans with my father the doctor. He taught me that I need to learn to drink things that do not induce vomiting. I found out that weekend that the marriage of vodka-water keeps you hydrated and cuts your hangover like a knife. Sometimes it pays to be born into a medical family).

This is a drink that is rather obscure in London, and barkeeps often mistake my request of a wedge of lime for the addition of lime cordial, which is putrid at best.

I tried to stop him when he reached for the seafoam-coloured bottle. But he just stuck up his hand and came back with the watery green-coloured mess.

Me, smiling and shaking my head politely: “No, I meant vodka-water and fresh lime.”
Eton Boy, irritated at being spoken to by someone without a British accent: “What? No, you’ll drink this.”
Me, taken aback by his insistence: “Well, no. That’s not what I ordered. I ordered vodka-water with fresh lime.”

He poured out the drinks and begrudgingly started again without listening to my directions. He then plunked two vodka-sodas in front of me.

Me, breathing deeply: “No, this is vodka-soda, I ordered vodka-water.”
Eton Boy, insistent: “No, you ordered this.”
Me, annoyed now: “No, I didn’t. If you had listened to me, you’d know that I didn’t.”
Eton Boy, being an ass: “Alright then. What do you want.”
Me, coolly: “Vodka with water, and a wedge of fresh lime.”
Eton boy, being a patronizing ass: “So that’s what you want? That’s what you REALLY want? Fine.”

He mixes the drinks – exactly as I ordered them – and plops them down in front of me.

Eton Boy, smugly, as if he’s really accomplished something: “There. That’ll be £12.”

I was appalled at his behaviour. He clearly was going to give us free drinks, but then when I made him look stupid (by exposing his jackass ways), he revoked that ‘privilege.’ Furthermore, being poor and not adjusted to the pound-conversion, I was gobsmacked at the price of two drinks. But the last thing I was about to do was give him the satisfaction of labeling me a poor little gold-digger, so I confidently and coolly shoveled over the cash, the majority of my spending money for the evening.

{ 8 comments… read them below or add one }

Daisee579 April 26, 2010 at 4:29 pm

Could you two be any cuter?????

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Meghan April 26, 2010 at 4:29 pm

You're both so stunning, and I love your tie!

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mellafabulous April 26, 2010 at 4:29 pm

Yay! I followed you from Tia's blog, which I've been reading in my Google reader for a few months. When I saw 'Halifax' I was all WHOOOO!

I'm from the mainland, just up from the Rotary.

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*Akilah Sakai* April 26, 2010 at 4:29 pm

Ben and Tia are tearing up the place.

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Andy April 26, 2010 at 4:29 pm

Just checking in, since I've been out a month… and evidently, you're in San Diego. Very interested to know why and what happens

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katyhelena April 26, 2010 at 4:29 pm

Aw how fun!

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Lily April 26, 2010 at 4:29 pm

adorable!

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Kylie April 26, 2010 at 4:29 pm

So cute! Can't wait to hear details from both of ya!!

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