This morning Nick got Britishized.
His mom is from England, and recently, he realized that he could apply for citizenship. And so he did.
They make the process remarkably easy, it turns out. He had to get his mom's documents and fill out a bunch of forms, and have some actual Brits who know him vouch for him being an upstanding citizen. And then, one day, they emailed and invited him to come on over to the embassy and become British. They were so polite and efficient about the whole thing.
So this morning he went to the embassy, and in my imagination they draped him in the Union Jack, served him tea and scones, and then made him sing Rule, Britannia! and kiss a picture of the queen. Although actually, I think they just made him sign something.
I'm guessing, because really, he didn't give me any details when he called.
Mostly he said things like, "Hello, luv! Crikey! Blimey! Fish and chips! Brilliant!"
He then sent an email, in which he referred to me as "mate," along the same lines.
It's cute how excited he is. I think we ought to go out for pints tonight to celebrate. I'm just waiting for him to suggest we round up some of the lads.
I envision conversation this evening being rather stilted.