Set a goal. Reach it. Feel that powerful sense of pride that comes with earned accomplishment.
You know, that’s where modern “self-esteem” doctrine led our children astray. They were told “feel good about yourself – just because you’re you!” No effort required. You’re special – just like everyone else. So when they ran into a rough spot, there would be tears, frustration and cries of outrage.
Bullshit. You’re not special just for showing up. You have to do something. Work toward something challenging – something that Joe and Jane Average would not, or could not, achieve.
With deliberation and planning suitable for an Everest attempt, a small group has embarked upon such a quest. We have committed to a task that is daunting, yet if we are successful, the reward will be immeasurable… and we will have EARNED a degree of specialness that may even lead to some local notoriety.
Our local watering hole issued a challenge in early November. If you are brave enough, rugged enough and have the hepatic fortitude to drink your way through their menu of 55 beer varieties, earning stamps in your Pub Passport for each success, then you will have earned the right to $4 pints at any of their establishments FOR LIFE. Do you hear that, people? It is FOR LIFE! What could be more noble, than pursuing something FOR LIFE! Life is good…
Oh, but wait! Just like the secrets of the Ginsu Knives, there’s more! If you can visit eight of their locations – the most remote being in Ft. Lauderdale, FL, – securing stamps from those establishments, you can earn NOT ONLY $3.50 pints FOR LIFE, but a nifty pub logo jacket.
Seeing as the pack of drunken fools team members were all band and theater dorks back in our teen years, we’ve never been cool. Always on the outside looking in. But now? Those jackets are our tickets to Coolsville! Right up there with the Pink Ladies and Iron Horsemen….
Sort of like “Bingo for Alcoholics”, we have imbibed our way through about 1/5 of the beers. We even shipped one Commando up north, into the forbidden Northern No-Buy Zone, where she bravely carried our Pub Passports, and forced family members to impersonate us*… Battling sickness, small children and holiday travel to bring us closer to our goal. A few road trips this winter, followed by a celebratory trip to the Ft. Lauderdale area** in the Spring!
Surf’s up! Duuuudes! Dream big.
Oh. Yes. We. Can.
* Our local servers assured us that despite the “Photo ID” on the passports, the franchise really didn’t give a rip who carried in the documentation. Our Fearless Teammate went in, and faced some difficult interrogation by none other than THE MANAGER of the northern facility. But she’s a champ…
** My sister lives in the area. We’re going to descend upon her like a pack of drunken sailors for a weekend to celebrate our glorious achievement. We’ll clean up afterward…
*** i’m not Annette. i’m the bad girl. whoever she was….