So, on Monday I was out with a mate. He'd had some news which I can't go into but it was really cool. End result was beer. And tequila. And arm wrestling.
The last time I arm wrestled, I was 11. I use to be great at it. Despite being puny, I could beat all the boys at school. Who said girl-power didn't exist until the Spice Girls? (Well, actually Shampoo had a single called Girlpower way before the Spice Girls ever existed but that's the kind of fact that I really shouldn't know.)
So when someone suggested arm wrestling on Monday, after the beer and the tequila had taken effect, I said yes.
My opponent was female. She went to the gym. She had well defined biceps. I, on the other hand, haven't done much more strenuous than lifting a pint to exercise my biceps over the last 10 years.
So I was pleased when I managed to keep my arm upright for a good few minutes before getting royally thrashed.
This morning, I'm less pleased at my show of bravado. My arm hurts. A lot.
Yet more proof that I'm a big girlie wuss.
Posted by emilyd at August 21, 2002 02:20 PM