Day Three Hundred and Thirty-Two - Bar Bet

I have never personally encountered this, but apparently there are people who will engage in little contests/bets while @ a pub in order to earn free drinks. Granted, most of these little games require some sort of skill that I would not have if I were a-drinkin'...but it's a good idea in theory - free booze and impressing people, that is. I would caution that if someone tries to engage you in such a bet, they probably know what they are doing and you will probably lose your money. However, you might get to see a neat-o trick, so it might be worth it. And yet, if that person is me...you will probably be greatly disappointed.

Tonight I attempted to open a beer bottle with a $10 bill. I had read about this on Wikihow and it seemed to make sense, in principle. In practice, this would seem to be very difficult if not impossible to achieve. The notes for the Wikihow entry say that one will need to have a strong upper body...something that, despite my best Wii Fit efforts, I clearly do not have. The bottle cap did not budge...but it did tear up my $10 quite handsomely [and $10 is more than what the entire case of beer cost - d'oh!]. Undeterred, I moved on to finding some other methods of getting this cap off and finally, after about 30 minutes of struggle and losing about one-third of the bottle of beer, I did it - I opened a beer bottle without using an opener. I attempted to save the cap to photograph for proof, but Joseph was a little overzealous in his Friday night cleaning [perhaps fueled by the 2/3 of a beer]. After failing to open with the bill, I moved to looking around for something sturdy in our house that I could kinda slam it against to open...or a nook and/or cranny to stick the bottle in. No such luck. Either I was too tentative in my slamming of the bottle/my hand or the cap was on too tight, I'm not sure. And I couldn't find anything to jam the bottle into to pop off the top [I've heard that door jams - where the door locks - can be used...I'm here to say I don't think so]. Then I moved on to personal accessories, specifically one of my belts [I have two belts]. And while the buckle is solid metal and has a squared edge, I couldn't get the cap to catch. Finally, I turned to another bottle of beer [the solution to and cause of all life's problems!]. By hooking the two caps together and applying more pulling pressure to the one I wanted open - ta-dah! It opened! Very...slowly...and ineffciently and messily...but ultimately the cap was entirely removed and most of the beer was successfully retrieved. The rest of it landed in the sink and on my shirt. I smell like a brewery and I don't even feel like having a beer.

There's a good lesson here, kids. If you ever lose your bottle opener - it's clearly a sign. You are too drunk to continue drinking - this is far too much effort.