Being under 21, I never really drank in the states. I mean, I also had the threat of being one of the 1% of people with an adverse reaction to certain depressants, presumably alcohol included, to deter me from drinking. Still, before I came to the UK two of my friends hung out with me for a night and agreed to make sure that I didn't go on a rampage if I got drunk. Turns out, I'm a pretty happy drunk, moody if anything, but not a rampaging monster.
With that background in mind, I went on a tour of the Fuller's Brewery on Wednesday. I made the mistake of wearing new leather shoes to walk around for 5 hours, so I was distracted by the blisters forming on my heels. The guide showed us around the brewery, explained the process of brewing, and cracked the occasional joke. At the end of tour, we were offered an open bar of all of their products for about an hour and a half.
Since I had only drank once previous to this, I had never had beer. All of my friends hate it for the most part, so they didn't have any to offer me during my one experience. Our guide started us with a bitter beer, which I mostly dumped out. He then worked his way up to stronger and sweeter ones. I found that I could stand the stronger ones more, but I still ended up dumping most of my glass each time.
Finally, I ended up settling with a glass of cider, which was dry and a bit sweet. I finally understood why my friends hated beer. It tastes like dirty water.
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