A Bet...

Toula and I are both going to Florida next month and were talking about how we would both like to lose a few pounds before departure. She was bragging to me about how she consumed no more than 12 calories today and while she was starving, she assured me she's going to stick to this diet. This was quickly followed by, "I bet I can stick with it longer than you." Which led to "I bet I can lose more weight than you, pick a time frame."

I said fine, I leave May 18th so lets me it easy and go next Monday till the morning I leave and it's a nice square month.

M: "That's great, but I don't know what to bed, nothing motivates me."

T: "Well this is going to suck if nothing motivates you."

M: "Wait, if I win you have to come down here on one of my three day weekends and get day drunk all weekend while you drive me wherever I want to go and get me food and beer."

T: "Ok, if I win you have to come up to Chicago and pay for me to do touristy crap all day and we're going to the most crowded places I can think of."

M: "That's totally unfair. If I win it's going to cost you $2.12 at McDonalds, and if you win it's going to cost me a crap ton of money and multiple anxiety attacks."

T: "Guess you better win then."

Damn. I'm more concerned about not losing now than actually winning. I hate touristy crap and crowded places. And Chicago.