So maybe some of you have discovered, from my previous post, that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but I have a good time. I am a huge fan of competition and an even bigger fan of eating competitions. It's a chance to pig out on great food, in public, while people cheer you on... Um, that's awesome. I'm totally in and usually the winner. I was in a Big Mac eating contest once, I went three rounds, it was awesome.
In my graduating year, my classmates and I were trying to raise some money so that we could go on a trip as a class to Vancouver. Every Tuesday, I think, we would sell chilli and buns with iced tea for a reasonable price to the staff and students of our school. It was a roaring success, and by that I mean, we did it twice. The last time we did it though we made way too much iced tea and didn't add enough ice or water. I'm talking like 6 extra extremely sweet pitchers of iced tea. My wise peers and I decided that we would have a contest to see who could drink the most cups of iced tea in our spare block. So we walked off to the library with books in our arms and two pitchers each. Oh, did I forget to mention that I graduated with just four people in my class, and one of those girls didn't want to go on the grad trip so it was just three of us? Yea, that's probably important information.
So, my diaper buddy Tyler and my best friend Steph and I sat down at this small table and started our little competition. All was going well, cups were slamming on the table and laughter filled the air until the lemon and sugar started to burn and ache in our stomachs. I am really unsure of how much iced tea everyone had ingested but I know I was the leading lady with a solid thirteen cups in my belly. I'm not sure why or even when we stopped but I'm glad we did because the pain that over took us was excruciating. We all crawled to the bathrooms where my best friend puked up most of the contents and Tyler and I tried our best to empty our bladders. Tyler and I met up in the hallway where we sank to the floor holding our stomachs and groaning. Steph wandered out and told us how much better she felt while Tyler and I were discussing our wishes incase we were to die.
We must have spent a good forty-five minutes on the hallway floor explaining to teachers why we couldn't move and how badly our bellies ached. We move, we ache; we laugh, we cry (and not a laugh so hard we cry kind of cry, an "OMG IM GOING TO DIE, kind of cry.); we talk, we laugh and thus we cry. It was a vicious cycle. The pain didn't end there though.
My teacher whom laughed at us for being so weird and silly thought it would be great if he didn't let us go to the bathroom during class. So not only did my stomach ache but my bladder was bursting. He must have heard the story of third grade because he did finally let me use the bathroom; five minutes longer though and I swear, I would have been looking for a mop.
It took hours for the stomach ache to wear off and months for me to be able to enjoy iced tea again but I am always down for a food devouring contest. Maybe next time I'll do root beer and burp my way into the next century?
Tell me, what do you think I should eat or drink next and who should I do it with?
Don't drink too much tea or add too little ice. Think happy tummies.
Peace out party peeps.
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