Oh so this Friday we went to a place called NIBRT (pronounced nye-bert, like Bill Nye the science guy). It stands for the National Institute for Bioprocessing and Research Training. Super fancy eh?! It was basically a plant that trains people how to form cell cultures, purify, filtrate, and do other bio processes to create drugs to be injected into patients. These are not like regular medicines my friends. I can't even begin to explain how complicated and diverse this field is. Two people gave us lectures about it. One of them, Stephen, was phenomenal. The other (very older) guy did not intrigue me or my fellow classmates. Too monotone and redundant. Look up the song Stephen by Ke$ha. It has nothing to do with this but the lyrics are great and very creepy.
Stephen was very lively and colloquial. We understood him a lot better than the other guy. Also we got to take a lab tour. We got to wear the traditional garb. Including the beard guard. I forgot to shave, so my five o'clock shadow was indeed in need of a beard mask. Just kidding. But Kaila (the funny girl) wore one. She's a riot. Unfortunately we weren't allowed to take pictures. I know; you're all disappointed.
Lunch was good. I know... I'm talking about food again. Surprise surprise. We got sandwiches. But what really stole the show was the canary melon. At first, I was like, "What the hell is this yellow melon I'm indulging in?" My friend Melanie was to the rescue (as was Google) and figured out it was a canary melon. Not to be confused with the bird. So yeah.
But I know you're all dying to hear about the pub crawl...let me take a moment to gather my thoughts. Yikes.
First stop was Mercantile. We had to sign in for the crawl and get a wristband. A bright pink wristband. They also gave a token to us, which was good for one half pint of Guinness. Then whenever we switched pubs, we got a free shot. I know what you're thinking. And you're right.
At one of the bars, I finished a keg. Obviously it wasn't all me...but I felt cool. Although my friend Clarissa was pissed because she was next in line for beer. Lols on lols, sorry gurrrrl. But hey, time for some spicy meatballs. So there was a "Stag" party which means bachelor party on the crawl. They were English guys. My friend Jordan and I befriended them. Funny moment: Tom was getting married, and I'm pretty sure they lost him. I asked at one point if he was excited for his fiancé to become his wife. He got real quiet and said, "I can't say right now because her brother is right behind you." Shouldn't he be saying nice things regardless!? Bruh. Get it together. I switched the conversation and started talking about the weather but was very much concerned with his lack of an answer.
Oops, sidenote. My friend (not to be named) peed in an alley because she couldn't make it to the pub (5 feet away). So I of course was a great friend and guarded her from public. She ended up peeing on my foot. The whole night she kept apologizing, but I told her not to worry. "This will make us closer!" Oh drunk girls.
Oops, sidenote. My friend (not to be named) peed in an alley because she couldn't make it to the pub (5 feet away). So I of course was a great friend and guarded her from public. She ended up peeing on my foot. The whole night she kept apologizing, but I told her not to worry. "This will make us closer!" Oh drunk girls.
My friend Nicole was almost left behind due to her shoe problems. This morning she quotes, "30% of my toes are broken." What some people do for fashion.
Back to the stag party, a guy named Adam told me I was like a ray of sunshine. Every time he came by I told him to smile and showed him my pearly whites as an example. I was trying to be like my big Haley- always smiling and positive. He was very grumpy. Grumpy gills, according to Dory from Finding Nemo. Besides that I started talking one-on-one with this guy named Ricky from England. He was the youngest in the party, age 22. I found out a lot about him. He's literally so English...has 7 siblings with the names Liam, Charlotte, etc. He also has 3 ferrets. Retweet if you cried.
I had a good night talking with him! You always hear about those love stories that start at a bar...that was not what happened, but he did give me his token that gets you a free Guinness. Maybe he was in love with me...
He was uber cute; I will not lie. The accent was almost too good. A picture, you ask? All of the pictures are very pixely, and you know, I want this to be a mystery for my readers. What ended up happening? Did I get his number? Will I see him ever again? Tune in next time for the True Life of Amy Andes: Europe Edition.
Peace.love.meepieeee
-amyjoy
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