Week in Review
Thursday: Demiurge gaming was a lot of fun, as always. We played a lot of Clone Bandits, which is a fun UT mod where you siphon lives from the other team. The best part is actually stealing a jar with a picture of a fetus on it and bringing it back home so you can clone your own guys some more. This is not high morality, just high action. Good vehicles too. Got to play some Bughouse as well, which is pretty rare and something I enjoy a lot.
Friday: The Potluck Dinner went over well, I thought, but I may be biased. There was Banana's Foster with a bit much rum. Hint: Alcohol burns dimly! Turn the lights down, the alcohol is probably already on fire. You don't need to increase the proof. Various other food offerings were all fantastic, and as one person said on his way out, "You jerk, making us all do work instead of just going out to a restaurant." It's true. I appreciated it all. (Plus, restaurants are so passe.)
Saturday: Unity Games X 2.0 was fantastic. I never fail to have a great time at these things. There was a downer in that it started raining in my housemate's room, which necessitated Clara running back and forth (in attempts to get a plumber) and not really getting to enjoy Unity Games nearly as much. =( That said, anyone who likes board games slightly and lives in eastern Mass should look into Unity Games.
Sunday: After some frantic searching by a coworker to get my phone number after losing it, we headed to the Guildpact Prerelease. It was a lot of fun, though I (1) played against my coworker in the first round and (2) only went 2-2, winning no product. Still, Prerelease tournaments are the most casual, most fun Magic tournaments.
Monday: Last night we went to Hell Night as East Coast Grill. I split some oysters with habanero sauce on the half shell with Sarah (because Eric wimped out). Those were excellent and not really very spicy (I mean, they were spicy, but there's more to come). I tried some Scotch Bonnet sausage, which had a longer slow burn, and a spicy chicken wing, which had a hotter slow burn (many minutes of burning lips). At this point my flatmate Dan had finished as much as he was likely to of his Pasta from Hell, the hottest item on the menu. It's got crushed peppers all over it. Numerous people in our group of nine had it and said it wasn't that bad: Hot, but passed very quickly. So I had some.
Now, it was linguine, and I a small amount of trouble getting a small amount of pasta. So I just didn't bother getting a small amount, and twirled up some pasta. OK, it was really a heaping forkful of pasta. I just thrust it into my mouth.
OUCH!
That hurt. A lot. Wow, that was stupid. Someone said I shouldn't drink alcohol on Hell Night. Maybe he's right. I'm not actually going to go on more about this, but it's the hottest thing I've ever eaten. And I've chewed an entire fresh Scotch Bonnet pepper before. This is not an experience you really need to do before you die.
My meal was a skirt steak (which I may have finally learned is a lesser cut of meat, really, but it was still quite good), with wonderful, not-hot avacado salad that felt like it saved my life.
Eventually, Dan and I both had cramps from the pasta (which our waitstaff warned us about). It's more than twelve hours later, and I still have a stomachache.
Ugh. If I hadn't brought this on myself and knew it wasn't dangerous or contagious (well, I'm pretty sure being an idiot isn't very contagious), I'd probably have stayed home. I can function, but this still hurts. Bleh.