Saint Patrick’s Day was filled with puke, pervs, the pub, plenty of people, and I survived it all. Barely.
From women offering to expose themselves for free beer to men wishing I would inspect under their kilt and everything in between, I can definitely say that March 17th, 2009 was not a boring day.
The day began by waking up at 6:30 am and preparing to get as much done as possible in the lab. My next six hours were spent frantically trying to purify and check my Polymerase Chain Reaction product in order to make Thursday and Friday a little less hectic. It was still a bit of a spastic scene as I tried to pipette up and down as rapidly as my thumb could bend. All that effort allowed me to make it out of the lab 45 minutes later than expected, putting me back at the house around 1:15 pm. Close to 2 pm a manager from the pub called to say things were starting to pick up, and I was more than welcome to come in early. Seeing as how I procrastinate with almost everything, that gave me about an hour to get “tip-ready”, put together an outfit, and pack all necessary supplies. From the process of trying to rush around my disaster area of a room I acquired several bruises, a few scrapes, and was able to sweat the majority of my make-up off. Not the best start. And, I had to settle on a simple “Jessica thinks tipping is HOT!” for my jars. Not very creative, but point made.
