Monday, March 15, 2010

Never Underestimate a chihuahua, my friends

The bet: For me to drink an entire pitcher of beer without
a) up-chucking
b) falling over
c) passing out
d) dying

The reward: My beer paid for AND the verbal trophy of hearing my best dude tell me he was...wait for it...wait...WRONG.

Let me preface this scenario by stating that I am referred to pretty widely as the "One-beer-queer," (take no offense to this term, please), so to overcome this feat of mythical proportions, I was stepping over into the dark side. Full of pro, beer-pong champ, whiskey downin', good old-fashioned drunks.

The verdict? I freakin blasted those fools. Two hours in and my pitcher was empty and I won. Take those doubts and suck it, my doubting friends.

The point? Take this attitude and USE IT. Use it to write. To conquer the world. To believe in yourself. To prove EVERYONE wrong about you. Tap into your inner chihuahua and show everyone how tough you really are.


MeganRebekah said...

Isn't it great to show people up?

And now I'm tempted to go home and dress up my chihuahua like a ninja...

Tawna Fenske said...

I'm a big believer in the fact that writers must take pride in every little accomplishment. This certainly sounds like something to be proud of.

So did you go home and write after the pitcher of beer? :)


Anonymous said...

You were fun one pitcher in the bag....VERY lovable! <3 xxo

Linda G. said...

Reminds of that old saying: How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.

You can conquer the world--one sip at a time. :)