All bets are off!!
I made a very stupid bet with a friend. I am not usually a betting person but in this particular situation I really felt like the odds were in my favor ….
I bet my friend “CB” that he couldn’t go a month without a sip of alcohol. Of course he turned it around and said I also had to participate in this friendly wager. Ok – to clarify it’s not like either one us have a drinking problem but when you live in an area that consistently has 114 degree heat index and you are going to be out at the beach or on the boat it is very hard to resist the cold refreshing Michelob Ultras gleaming at you from inside the cooler…. especially when everyone around you is partaking. I honestly didn’t worry about myself…It would be easy to go a month with no alcohol…it would also help me shed a few pounds off that beer gut
(let me pause and give a shout out to that new country song “Rockin the Beer Gut.” For those of you who aren’t country music fans I will post the lyrics to the chorus below. Its great!!
“5 foot something, cherry bomb she had everything going on
The first thing that caught my eye
She was rockin’ the beer gut
and I love the way she’s not ashamed
Rockin’ the beer gut
well it’s just some extra love around her waist
Rockin’ the beer gut
She’s more than hot, she’s everything
and with the blue jeans a little tight around her butt
Rockin’ the beer gut”
The bet was for the entire month of June. I was doing really well until I went to an 11:00 am wedding ceremony this past weekend – yes note the date – June 27th only 5 more days before the bet was off. An 11: 00 am wedding – have you ever heard of such?? It threw me completely off. In my world of somewhat structure (LMAO) an 11:00 am wedding had sent me for a loop. What do I wear?? Cocktail attire, it was definitely not formal, a Sunday church dress?? Do I eat before I go…or will there be appetizers, or maybe lunch, or brunch?? I don’t eat breakfast foods so I would hate to not eat and then be starving the entire time because I get there and all they have is Grits (yuk) and Omelets (double yuk). Hmmm…I found myself stressing about this 11:00am wedding, probably even more than the bride. All that anxiety had time to build and by the time the reception rolled around I was ready for a Bloody Mary, a glass of Wine, or even a Screwdriver. And what do I do?? I proceed to order myself vodka, cranberry, and orange juice….without even hesitating. (Sidenote – the Wedding was beautiful, the food was amazing and the bride was gorgeous – Congrats to CJ!!!)
So that was it!! The beginning of end. I lost the bet….and let me just say I HATE losing. Do you want to know what happens next?? I will be prancing around the island on Saturday, one of the biggest boat parties of the year, (since it is July 4th) in 100 degree heat wearing a bikini and cowboy boots. GEEZ…. I am NOT looking forward to this. This little bet has spawned one of the worst weeks I have had in a really long time because I figured I am going to look stupid I might as well look good and stupid. So the endless amount of salads, veggies, water, and jogging has started.
“A man's gotta make at least one bet a day, else he could be walking around lucky and never know it” – Jim Jones
I bet my friend “CB” that he couldn’t go a month without a sip of alcohol. Of course he turned it around and said I also had to participate in this friendly wager. Ok – to clarify it’s not like either one us have a drinking problem but when you live in an area that consistently has 114 degree heat index and you are going to be out at the beach or on the boat it is very hard to resist the cold refreshing Michelob Ultras gleaming at you from inside the cooler…. especially when everyone around you is partaking. I honestly didn’t worry about myself…It would be easy to go a month with no alcohol…it would also help me shed a few pounds off that beer gut
(let me pause and give a shout out to that new country song “Rockin the Beer Gut.” For those of you who aren’t country music fans I will post the lyrics to the chorus below. Its great!!
“5 foot something, cherry bomb she had everything going on
The first thing that caught my eye
She was rockin’ the beer gut
and I love the way she’s not ashamed
Rockin’ the beer gut
well it’s just some extra love around her waist
Rockin’ the beer gut
She’s more than hot, she’s everything
and with the blue jeans a little tight around her butt
Rockin’ the beer gut”
The bet was for the entire month of June. I was doing really well until I went to an 11:00 am wedding ceremony this past weekend – yes note the date – June 27th only 5 more days before the bet was off. An 11: 00 am wedding – have you ever heard of such?? It threw me completely off. In my world of somewhat structure (LMAO) an 11:00 am wedding had sent me for a loop. What do I wear?? Cocktail attire, it was definitely not formal, a Sunday church dress?? Do I eat before I go…or will there be appetizers, or maybe lunch, or brunch?? I don’t eat breakfast foods so I would hate to not eat and then be starving the entire time because I get there and all they have is Grits (yuk) and Omelets (double yuk). Hmmm…I found myself stressing about this 11:00am wedding, probably even more than the bride. All that anxiety had time to build and by the time the reception rolled around I was ready for a Bloody Mary, a glass of Wine, or even a Screwdriver. And what do I do?? I proceed to order myself vodka, cranberry, and orange juice….without even hesitating. (Sidenote – the Wedding was beautiful, the food was amazing and the bride was gorgeous – Congrats to CJ!!!)
So that was it!! The beginning of end. I lost the bet….and let me just say I HATE losing. Do you want to know what happens next?? I will be prancing around the island on Saturday, one of the biggest boat parties of the year, (since it is July 4th) in 100 degree heat wearing a bikini and cowboy boots. GEEZ…. I am NOT looking forward to this. This little bet has spawned one of the worst weeks I have had in a really long time because I figured I am going to look stupid I might as well look good and stupid. So the endless amount of salads, veggies, water, and jogging has started.
“A man's gotta make at least one bet a day, else he could be walking around lucky and never know it” – Jim Jones
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