Anyway, Ollie convinced me that if I tried to eat all that I would vomit everywhere. So I settled on a a local food challenge that wouldn't include me having to eat about 10 lbs worth of food. Around the corner from our apt. is a wing joint called wing-itz and they have the "el diablo challenge". NOTE: DO NOT ATTEMPT THE EL DIABLO CHALLENGE, YOU WILL DIE. The challenge is that you have to eat 10 of the restaurant's el diablo wings in 10 minutes, no drinks, no blue cheese, and no wiping your hands. I wasn't worried about the time restraint, I can house wings, it was the spice I was afraid of.
I should have known from the second I signed up for the challenge and the waitress said, "wait, really? are you crazy?" that I was pretty much doomed. I figured I wouldn't be successful, so I set my sights a little lower, and decided that I wanted to finish at least 5 wings in the 10 minutes. Pipe dream.
One bight into the first wing and my eyes were watering, about 10 seconds later and tears were streaming down my face. My second bite in and my lips were burning and swelling. I finished the first wing with puffy Angelina Jolie lips crying my eyes out. I didn't proceed to wing number 2. I did however run to the bathroom and puke. I think I would have been better off with the sliders. Much better.
Ollie thought this was all absolutely hilarious, however he was nice enough to pay for the meal while I was in the bathroom puking up fire. I however was determined to prove that I wasn't a total wimp and that the wings were actually coated in liquid fire, so I brought them into work for the boys to cry. I felt better that at least 3 of the guys started once they made contact with the wing, apparently this is a knee-jerk reaction to ghost peppers (the hottest pepper in the world BY THE WAY). And one or two were even sporting Jolie lips after their wing too.
