Pump it!
Last night I challenged my sister to a water drinking contest. This was mainly due to the high winds and heat o' the day which had left me thoroughly dehydrated. We bet $1 on the outcome. Luckily i did not bet my $15 brazil nut lip butter from The Body Shop. We thought the contest may take some time as it was no ordinary 250 ml glass race; this was a 750ml bottle to bottle desperate contest for glory, not to mention a dollar.
The race was intense. It lasted for less than a minute, but it was a hard fought battle.
The result?
Sister: 1. Me: 0.
I was understandably upset, being the more experienced and seasoned drinker, but as i cogitated upon the event later i came to conclusion that it had not been a fair experiment as there had been several uncontrolled variables.
1) My sister was drinking from a streamlined H2Go bottle which, with its curves and aerodynamic design clearly allowed more water to be supped at a faster rate than my stocky and squat Pump bottle.
2) My pump bottle had been chilling in the fridge for a goodly 7 hours or so, rendering it fridge temperature of 3degrees or so which burnt my throat with its icy clime as i tried to skull it.
The contest shall be repeated at a later stage this evening. I shall take care of those variables by finding either another H2Go or Pump bottle and we shall see clearly and without a shadow of a doubt who the clear victor is in a fair fight.
My sister is here as i write this. She is complaining that i am putting my own slant on the story. How can i not? I am writing of my experience, not hers. Ahh the fatal flaw of first person narration. She wants me to mention that i lost by at least a quarter of a bottle. And that she had just finished a delicious delicious glass of Barker's Blackcurrant and Raspberry cordial, thus leaving her more waterlogged than I, and perhaps on the verge of becoming a vomity bear.
After the contest, despite my sister's victory we lay on my bed and great merriment and mirth was had by both parties as we jiggled our bellies trying to hear sloshy water sounds inside of us. Dear Lord, am i admitting this?
Postscript: My apologies to the certain blogeress who i did not think read my blog! :p That will teach me.
The race was intense. It lasted for less than a minute, but it was a hard fought battle.
The result?
Sister: 1. Me: 0.
I was understandably upset, being the more experienced and seasoned drinker, but as i cogitated upon the event later i came to conclusion that it had not been a fair experiment as there had been several uncontrolled variables.
1) My sister was drinking from a streamlined H2Go bottle which, with its curves and aerodynamic design clearly allowed more water to be supped at a faster rate than my stocky and squat Pump bottle.
2) My pump bottle had been chilling in the fridge for a goodly 7 hours or so, rendering it fridge temperature of 3degrees or so which burnt my throat with its icy clime as i tried to skull it.
The contest shall be repeated at a later stage this evening. I shall take care of those variables by finding either another H2Go or Pump bottle and we shall see clearly and without a shadow of a doubt who the clear victor is in a fair fight.
My sister is here as i write this. She is complaining that i am putting my own slant on the story. How can i not? I am writing of my experience, not hers. Ahh the fatal flaw of first person narration. She wants me to mention that i lost by at least a quarter of a bottle. And that she had just finished a delicious delicious glass of Barker's Blackcurrant and Raspberry cordial, thus leaving her more waterlogged than I, and perhaps on the verge of becoming a vomity bear.
After the contest, despite my sister's victory we lay on my bed and great merriment and mirth was had by both parties as we jiggled our bellies trying to hear sloshy water sounds inside of us. Dear Lord, am i admitting this?
Postscript: My apologies to the certain blogeress who i did not think read my blog! :p That will teach me.
posted by Unknown at 5:40 PM
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No apologies necessary, I disgust myself sometimes too...
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