Stuff Happens To People With Blogs

… to fake an accent after a few drinks but without having listened to a real accent before trying.  I was supposed to participate in this challenge Friday night just gone but I decided silence was the best option! 

I went out for a few drinks with my cousin, Keryn, and a couple of her friends. I was going to put a photo here of the two of us but I don’t have one that either of us would appreciate being viewed!

We decided we were in the mood for a bit of a groove but only if it were to some music we knew and could sing along to.  The best spot for this in Brisbane City is apparently the Downunder Bar which is underneath the Palace Backpackers.  I’m only familiar with the place because a few male friends claimed it was THE spot to pick up back in “the day”.  For this very good reason, admittance to the bar is only gained with either a foreign passport, a student ID or a hotel key.  Essentially, you have to prove you are not from these parts or are a student.  Since none of us had the requirements Keryn decided we could all fake an Irish accent.  Well, she convinced the doorman with her accent despite only having a Queensland drivers licence for ID and then Britt did the same. Me?  I just looked at him blankly, flashed my drivers licence and nodded dumbly.  Worked a treat!

We had a great time grooving even if you do have to drink out of plastic cups and Britt realised later that she had a hotel key in her bag so the accents were for nought!