In the above photo, my good man Jordache is pointing to the end of a line of Buffalo Wild Wings’ selection of wings from mild to wild…Spencer is looking on shaking his head in utter disbelief that we were all going to partake in a daunting task.
The task was simple: everyone must eat one of each wing, starting from the mildest and ending with the hottest. No time constraints, and ranch dressing being the only handicap. Two celery breaks were allowed, and drinks were as well (pop actually made it worse).
There were six of us in attendance at Buffalo Wild Wings in downtown Portland on Tuesday, and all six completed the task with seemingly relative ease. The suffering afterward, though, was a sight for sore eyes.
The back of my head and neck began to sweat like no other. Michael and Brian’s faces began to turn beet red. Jordache complained of intense stomach pain. Spencer calmly said how badly he hurt. Bill sat there and said he felt interesting. Ben showed up late and simply was amused by the whole display.
Jordache summed it up before we all took off that night: “This was the worst best idea I’ve ever come up with.”
Funny tale Chris!
We did a similar thing once while on a camping trip.
I had to $+1* in the river so I wouldn’t set the woods on fire.
Thanks Jim. I was drinking water when I read your comment just a second ago and now I have to clean off my screen.
Let me just say that we made an even dumber decision afterwards…walking to Voodoo Doughnut about 10-12 blocks away.
Where was the gallon of milk when we needed it?