Southern Rules

I’ve started to learn a few things the last week…every place has their own rules which govern behavior, and I’d like to not make a complete fool of myself, so here we go:

  1. Under no circumstances shall white be worn after Labor day and before Easter. I thought this was a thing that died out in… oh I don’t know… the 80s. Apparently not, so I am now tasked with locating something to match my navy slacks to, and my white boat shoes shall be retired to the top of the shelf until the spring.
  2. Sweet tea is the topic of much conversation, when in doubt, default to this topic. It’s a safe zone.
  3. No dancing on elevated surfaces. I hadn’t planned to, but now I definitely won’t. My feet shall remain on the ground when dancing.
  4. Greek life = life as we know it. Well, I guess that shall be amended to Greek life, the Grove, and all things SEC Football. If I can’t get fully on board with it, I can certainly appreciate it.
  5. People are apparently always watching your behavior. This morning, the young man hired to tend the grounds at my apartment complex, remarked at how much I walk, and apparently appear to be in a rush to go everywhere. Yesterday, someone remarked at how I am always waiting for the bus (I am), and another person commented that I receive a lot of packages (Amazon is my new best friend).

Culture Shock: Where is the wine? edition

I thought my days of difficulty in accessing alcohol were behind me the day I got on the plane out of Doha – to be fair my license (the one that allows me to buy a bottle or two of wine at the country’s only liquor store) is still safely tucked away in my wallet. The license that allows me to drive is no where to be found, so we can clearly see where my priorities are.

So imagine my surprise yesterday when, at Walmart for the millionth time in two days, I realized that there was no wine to be found. Sure, you could find an arbor mist – and a couple brands of beer – but the wine was no where to be found. Allegedly you have to go to a different store. I gave up my efforts last night, and attempted to go again this afternoon. The first store I found was a “beer” store – luckily it sells beer, and doesn’t close before 6pm… the saleslady did offer to bring in local Montana beers for me. The next store – the wine & liquor store – actually did have wine. They also offered to order my favorite brands of wine… All in all, it’s a win.

Apparently in the past you couldn’t buy cold beer here… only warm beer. I have no words.