Well, since I repeated an event this past weekend, I figured I would go full Lazy-Mode and re-use the post I wrote about it as well:
Yeehaw…it’s “Hot Burrito Challenge” day at the brewery.
I like hot food. I really do. BUT! Why the hell would you want to try to power down a ghost-chile-burrito – and a pint of chile-beer that is, if anything, even hotter – for fun?
Just how is puking everything back up five minutes later FUN?
Fine, call me a wuss. Call me weak. Call me whatever you want; I’m still gonna sit over here in my little corner and drink my…well, at the moment it’s a Vienna lager. I might switch to the Irish dry stout next, but that’s as “extreme” as I plan to get today.
I am also not going to be physically damaged and miserable for the next 36 hours…
Hangovers I can handle – shit, I’ve had some doozies in my time – but physical damage because you ate stupid shit? No thank you.
Why am I writing about this? Because I got kicked out of my regular seat at the bar!
I am very much a creature of habit. Err, a creature of kinda scary, borderline OCD, habits actually. When I want to work – shit, when I need to work – I hate like hell to have anything screwed up.
But here I sit, pushed off to the side in another room because…well…if I stayed in my “usual” seat I’d be stuck eating one of the damned death-tubes these lunatics are calling “burritos”.
And, yes, I am currently channeling my inner bitter-old man…now get off my lawn!
Oh, for the love of Christ and all that’s holy!
I gave in to the pressure. I had a chip – one single goddamned CHIP – with a few drops of the ghost-pepper hot sauce on it. I’m crying like a 4-year-old who lost his teddy bear, my nose is running like I started doing entire freaking shots of cottonwood
“fluff”, and I’m not sure I’m ever going to taste again…
I’m fairly certain THIS is why Anakin Skywalker turned into Darth Vader! It had nothing to do with being a neurotic, co-dependent, needy piece of shit – he just did a “Hot Burrito Challenge” at the wrong time. I’m ready to turn to the darskide as well…
Now, of course, the writer in me has to wonder: just how the hell do I turn this into a scene in the next story?
Sorry about that, Connor. It really is gonna suck for you…