Cheers: A Night of Taking That and Taking That Again
A mere three weeks into my internship, I found myself again at a pub. But this time was even better because it was used as an American initiation.
To get there, we traveled through a gigantic cemetery, which is not uncommon. They just bury people anywhere here. (SO ENGLISH RIGHT NOW!)
This included three jugs of Pimm’s cocktails, promises (free Sex and the City viewing Tuesday morning! and trips to Irish pubs for stories! etc.) and games. These games included, but were not limited to, naming as many of the 50 US states as possible in five minutes (winner to be announced on Tuesday), explaining flippy cup and reading from an American-English, English-American dictionary.
Now for the time to introduce some of my coworkers:
The Boss: Tim
He buys drinks and burgers. Also, he occasionally encourages people.
The Immediate Boss: Andy
The one in the middle. He hasn’t washed his Manchester Utd. t-shirt since Wednesday. When I tried to explain he could wash it while he was sleeping, he looked at me like I was crazy. Also, he hates me because I spell some words with -or instead of -our on accident.
(The one on the left is Will, a senior reporter and theatre critic.)
After working so hard on a Friday afternoon, Natalie and I retired to a musical. A musical about a tribute band to Take That. Summary:
That’s right. We didn’t know how to feel. But this girl sure did:
This musical was great… until the Pimm’s wore off about one song into the second act. And until the four big women surrounding our seats felt the need to stand up, dance and clap like it was 1996 and it wasn’t a fake tribute band to a lack-luster boyband, who dreamed of being the off-brand of the Backstreet Boys.
Things I have learned:
-If you are snogging on the Tubes, someone may yell advice at you through the windows between cars.
Answers I still seek:
-Just give me a song and I’ll sing it, ‘cause I want you back for good?
Still in search of Amy,
Lindsey
