There was talk of stripping. Oh yeah, I brought that up. But, then I found out that stripping means getting naked. In front of people. I thought it meant eating all the frosting off of a birthday cake as quickly as possible, which I’m very skilled at. It’s hard to do both things well, though.
We could try hand-to-hand combat. If so, I’d definitely put your money on the other Tammy since I’ve taken martial arts for a grand total of three years over the course of my life and never got beyond a yellow belt. But, the problem with that kind of tussling is that it always ends up degenerating into kissing, and nobody wants to see that.
As for other ideas, I don’t know. A cook-off is too “country fair.” This is the city, damnit (at least where she lives). Maybe shots? Arm-wrestling? Or we could do that stupid arm-hang thing we girls had to do in high school for the Presidential Physical Fitness test because our nation’s presidents didn’t believe that girls could do real pull-ups. FYI, Presidents, girls can do real pull-ups, especially the really scrawny ones. Except, maybe not anymore.
All I know is, for whatever challenge we eventually decide on, the winner takes all. Meaning that the loser has to change her name.