cody bear's friends

dear friends, please remember, you can’t startle easily if you go out drinking with goodbear.  that’s your warning.

why?

because at any minute, while you’re casually lifting your glass to take a sip of beer, she might hiss, “don’t move” while she reaches for her bag.

…and pulls out a camera and makes you hold your glass up to the pretty lights.

oooh. ahhhh.

yes, i did go out for beers on a work night.  and yes, i am freakin exhausted today. 

but it was worth it. it was fun, plus i needed to be reminded about how much i suck at pool.  like every other american female my pool skills increase with each beer.  the number of balls sank per game is directly proportional to the amount of beers you’ve drank.  also, there is an exponential element. 

first beer = you still suck

second beer = most of your efforts are still humiliating, but maybe 2 or 3 shots will elicit a charitable high five from opponents.

third beer = you’re infallible.  at least….that’s what you remember. 

fourth beer = you still act like you CAN’T BELIEVE you made that shot, but in your tipsy head you’re thinking….”i’m a phenom!”

for the record, i only had 3 guinness last night, so i never hit “phenom” status.  also, i know i wasn’t infallible. 

 anyway, fun times. 

now get back to work!