Update on the Wing Challenge & the Weekend

So at last count, they are something like 16 for 16 now. The new record is 1 minute and 43 seconds. WTF? Thankfully, Michael and Jeannette are working hard to send me a bottle of the Flatliner sauce so I can make them taste what real hot sauce is all about. Now that I think about it, maybe they should send me the Szechaun sauce as well so I can have them try and recreate it. Yummm!

In other news, Howard woke me up Saturday morning with breakfast in bed and tickets to the WPBA Great Lakes Classic at the Blue Chip Casino in Michigan City, IN for June 17-19th. Very random but considering his unhealthy obsession with Allison Fisher, the Duchess of Doom, it makes perfect sense. The semi-finals and finals will be broadcast on ESPN at some point.

That's going to be us in the background!!

Other than that, the weekend was pretty quiet. We did participate in a drawing for the Preakness on Saturday. I didn't pull the winner though. I got Musket Man and came in 3rd. Howard came in last though so that was great. I was actually rooting for Rachel Alexandra anyway because she's a chick and my middle name happens to be Alexandra. Girl power!

On Sunday we went to Texas Roadhouse for lunch. We sat down at the bar and I ordered a coke and Howard ordered a Bud Light. The bartender told us they were changing the Bud Light keg and it would be a minute. So he went to get my coke and came back and placed it down in front of Howard. Then after about 10 minutes, he came over to take our order. I ordered a Caesar Salad and Howard ordered a House Salad and we asked for bread. 15 minutes later when he finally brought the Bud Light, we asked about the bread. Oh, right, the bread. And then he tells us he doesn't know what he did with our order so we have to order again. (He wrote our order on a napkin the first time and tossed it in the trash right after.) He also refills my coke for me. Our salads finally come out and my drink is empty again. He asks me if I want some more water. Dude, come on! I say no and he walks away before I can order a beer. He then disappears and another chick gets behind the bar. She asks me if I want a beer and I tell her yes and then she goes to talk to someone else and never gets me the beer. Howard looks at me and says "How bad do you want to leave right now?" Holy frustration. We left right after that.

Our friends Matt and Ivy invited us to a festival this weekend in Salem, MO but I'm not too sure I want to go. For one, the website says "no dogs" about 17 times and I don't feel like trying to find a petsitter or putting lil Jack in a kennel for the weekend. Two, the name of the festival is "Schwagstock" and that just conjures up all sorts of images I don't think I feel like dealing with. And three, it costs $70/person on top of paying $25 for a parking fee. Throw in paying for food and standing in lines to take a shower in a filthy stall and I just talked myself completely out of it.