the importance of having goals

A few weeks ago I decided that one of my lifelong goals was to do a keg stand before I turned 25. I decided this shortly after Megan and I decided we were going to get a keg for our birthday party and shortly before I came to a complete understanding of what exactly, physically, gravitationally speaking would have to happen in and around my olfactory.

In the capable hands of Mr. RB and my friend Mike with David operating the tap (giving me full license to ask him repeatedly to "put it in my mouth"), I gave the ready signal and the beer started flowing.


And mostly, the beer gushed into my mouth, filled my cheeks up and spewed out almost instantly all over my back porch. The only beer that did NOT end up all over the back porch came directly out of my nose. See below, wherein I am demonstrating the miracle of modern anatomy that is occurring in my nostrils.
I think I may have swallowed one-sixtieth of an ounce of beer during this keg stand, and with that I declared it an overwhelming victory and proceeded to drink a lot more beer. While standing upright.

Following my lame attempt, Megan showed us how it was really done and at some point she and I celebrated our keg stands by dancing and singing to "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC on my coffee table while Mr. RB was passed out on my couch. I did not roofie him, I swear.

As you can see, I do not tolerate that sort of behavior. Especially not on my birthday.




cheers,
elizabeth