“Should we take a pedicab?”
Translation: My feet are killing me. Please tell me you have cash.
“Austin has changed so much.”
Translation: In terms of relatable conversation topics, we both know this is basically the equivalent of talking about the weather, so let’s just enjoy some mutually cathartic, at-this-point-autopilot complaining about condos, crowds, Californians, and other cliché ways that Austin just isn’t the same, maaaaan.
“It’s way up north.”
Translation: It’s north of wherever I live. Which, for the record, isn’t “up north.”
Translation: I’m well aware that it’s 3pm but I can’t order eight mimosas or hashtag Sunday Funday at “lunch.” So... brunch?