Beer and butterflies ...
Sometimes, sitting at your favorite bar and knocking back a few beers can get boring. So one late evening three years ago, a friend and I came up with the Dundee Tavern Challenge. We were about six beers in, twiddling our thumbs, staring at the 20 taps that towered above. Wonder how long itd take to drink one beer from each tap, I mumbled. I bet if we split it, we could do it in one night, she challenged. And so it began, our yearly ritual of drinking all 20 beers (10 each) on draft at the Dundee Tavern. This year we had six participants, with only four finishing and two ending the night at Twig & Leaf.
On paper, 10 beers doesnt sound intimidating. But these are pints, and a majority are imported, heavy beers like Rogue Dead Guy, Hefeweizen and Shiner Bock. My tolerance is definitely something I take pride in, but by beer four, lets just say I was feeling it. I documented the experience this year with a digital recorder, hoping that our many discussions would lead to interesting revelations or musings about world events. Instead, what I transcribed Monday morning included an incoherent discussion on Tori Spelling and dick jokes.
One participant, who well call C-Town, even brought an activity to keep us occupied. She recently attended a Life Coach seminar at a friends house and figured it would be fun to share her therapeutic knowledge with a bunch of drunks. The first task was picking out an affirmation that best applied to you. It wasnt three beers later that we decided to add the phrase in bed after our affirmations. Mine: People love me for who I am in bed. Someone elses: My family honors me, loves me and respects me in bed. We pretty much ended the Life Coaching after task 2, which involved drawing a butterfly that resembled yourself.
The nights activities progressively got hazier as the beers went down. Alls I know is I finished. And Im now on a hiatus from beer.
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