You always, even in secret, aim to achieve great things in life. Like winning two editorial awards as a rookie journalist or being recognized by your community for your volunteer work, each become details of my Roaring Twenties, so to speak. But the moments you least expect like when your boyfriend’s brother, Jesse, tells you he’s proud of you shortly after my three-man team drank our way to Can Pong victory — well those are the unexpected accomplishments that spice up my glory days.
People often say they don’t care what others think of them, that opinions don’t matter. But they do, and there will always be people who enter your circle of existence who would just make life more enjoyable if you got along.
So let me tell you about Jesse. The guy is known for many things; a self-proclaimed Excel formula wizard, his mother’s favourite, a lover of sports, food and most of all beer. The first time we met — correction — the first, oh I don’t know, the first dozen times we met, Jesse never said a word to me.
I’m quite certain my heys and hellos were ignored. I may have received a smile to acknowledge my presence, but not much more than that. If it weren’t for his friendly and at times sassy girlfriend, it would have been really awkward.
Don’t get me wrong, he was never mean or rude, he was actually quite gracious as the guy has hosted more house parties than I can count. He was just not that interested in engaging in conversation with me. For a while I thought he didn’t like me and I couldn’t quite find some common ground.
If my memory serves me right, the silence eventually dissipated one night after watching a Leaf game when we all met this guy in another one of his drunken stupors.
We all just laughed and I think it was then that the ice had finally broken.
So you can imagine my excitement this past weekend at the cottage when I received praise from Jesse regarding my killer drinking abilities. Never in a million years would I consider the possibility of excelling at a series of drinking games, which truthfully, I’ve never played and never thought I would at this age.
Ironically enough, the first time I participated in beer pong was last year at Jesse’s place. I wasn’t playing with him of course, he was off somewhere else…likely ignoring me. JK, JK
I missed the first opportunity to play Can Pong over the New Year’s holiday with my boyfriend’s family because, by the graces of God, I was sick and I wasn’t sad about it either.
I knew this time around I wouldn’t be able to escape this beer tournament — a contest that combines beer chugging with the ability to toss a ping-pong ball at a can with absolute precision. In my defence, this bunch takes these tourneys seriously and I genuinely felt bad for the people stuck on my team as I would without a doubt be the weakest link. So I thought.
Let’s get one thing straight, I cannot chug a beer and my tolerance is pretty low (hence my apprehension). Certainly not like Jesse. Nor can I possibly look as coordinated or coherent as Jesse does here. **Warning – Explicit Language NSFW**
— Stefania Lamacchia (@Stefanooch) July 26, 2014
However, what I do have is wicked aim and an uncanny ability to hit that target almost every time, giving me plenty of opportunities to slowly down a beer until it’s finished.
Sometimes our weaknesses shed light on strengths we never knew we had.
With age comes wisdom and by wisdom I mean having the sense to tag-in someone else in true WWE fashion when you know if you consume any more alcohol it would just make for an unpleasant scene. I may not have played the final round, but my team may not have even made it that far without my contribution. So that’s a win in my books.
It was the fact that I, alongside Jesse, continued to play a few rounds of flip cup that really made him proud of me and proud enough to share those sentiments. I’m not sure why to be honest? I didn’t bother asking, the reason didn’t matter.
It’s always rewarding when you’ve earned the praise of others, but in the end it’s all about having fun — which I know now lies somewhere between losing count of how many drinks you consumed and that moment before your night becomes a private affair with the porcelain god. #JustMeAndMyBitches #GoodTimes