Last night Kyle and I watched National Lampoon's European Vacation. In one scene, Clark (the goofy dad) and his family are checking into a London hotel. Clark pulls out his electronic translator to type in what the manager has mumbled and Rusty (the son) says, "He's speaking English, Dad."
Tonight I felt like what Clark must have felt like. I saw that MTV was showing the making of the singer Ciara's video which was shot in Atlanta. I could barely understand a word of the song, but I wasn't too surprised by that because I don't think rap songs usually make too much sense. However, when Ciara and her director were just chatting with the camera about the making of the video, there were honestly full minutes where I could not understand one word that had been said. Every now and then I would catch an "Atlanta" or "dance" or some word like that, but that was about it. So I guess if and when we move back to Atlanta I might need to take some language lessons there too.
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