The Challenge

Somehow crazy women flock to me like I bathe in crazy chum every night before I go out. I met a girl last week at a dive bar that I like to go to just to hang out. There's no game here, it's usually a dude fest, and sometimes I just want to have a couple of beers and relax. So me and my buddy Sarge are sitting at the bar and this girl sits down two seats down from me (I'm shamelessly taking up two bar stools, one for me, one for my motorcycle helmet).
She talks to the bartender: No hard liquor tonight, just beer, I can't do any hard stuff tonight.
Keeping in mind this is Wednesday. I can't resist.....
Me: That's not a very good attitude to have.
Her: No, you don't understand, I've been drinking tequila for three straight nights, I have to slow it down. (Again keeping in mind it's Wednesday)
Me: So? I'm on my fourth crown and coke....
Her: You wanna split a pitcher?
Me: Let me think.....yes.
We talk about motorcycles, drinking, competitive drinking, beruit... Sarge helps me out by bringing up the travelling road show of beruit that me and my buddy Angel did earlier this year (I'll explain that later). She's impressed. I finish off the pitcher...
Her (holding up a 1/4 full glass): Wow, you beat me.
Me: Well, I have been training for a beer drinking competition...
Her: I still think I can out drink you.
Me: I doubt it...
I'm thinking to myself....how the hell do I even maintain gainful employment, this is Wednesday for Christ's sake, and I'm seriously being challenged to a drinking competition. I can't keep living like this.
Her: Here's my number, call me sometime.
She leaves on a high note.
I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that this is not going to go anywhere. But what the hell, I'll call her up sometime.
Sarge and I head back home, I call him up.
Me: Did that just happen?
Sarge: Yeah man, that just happened
Me: I'm not sure how I got home, I should be dead....
Sarge: I think maybe you're too crazy to die.
Me: I'm going to enjoy rehab.
It's 9:30pm on a Wednesday. I go to bed

-LFODD