I was fortunate enough to have a beer with this grouchy old coot last night. Took the Raging Girlfriend down to meet him at the inn he and Recondo32 were staying. Had a pleasant conversation, drank a few beers, and had a good time all in all.
However, in the few hours we were chatting the Raging Girlfriend managed to re-aquire her Southern accent. She had lived in Texas many years ago, and the accent still pops up whenever she's around someone else from the South or Southwest.
She also managed to re-aquire a few euphamisms as well. It was raining when we woke up this morning, and the first words out of her mouth were "Dear g-d, it's pissin' poodles out there!"