So I’m seriously failing at blogging for the month of May, since mostly I’ve just been browsing for skincare/makeup stuff online and ordering on impulse. Which is so bad for my wallet.

Honestly, eating wings is one of the most disgusting and dirtiest things ever in terms of bones left behind, napkins consumed, and overall elegance of dining in general. Do not eat this with anyone you are trying very hard to impress. It might also suck to work here.

I have to say though, that BB Cream is pretty freakn’ awesome and I’ll be sure to rant and rave (mostly rave, though possibly review) it here. Though if I start that, I might as well just convert this place to a beauty blog or something. So I will resist.

Today was a minimum day so the Ha brothers (the elder just won the California Pokemon Tournament) and the girl next door picked me up and we went to Wing-Stop. It was my first time there so they did all the ordering and such. I did not know chicken could be fried to so many flavors and covered in so many sauces.

One of them was the atomic hot wings. According to all present, they were supposed to be really, really hot. Naturally, I was offered one, and being from that part of China that totally owns at all things spicy and covered in chilis, I thought this was going to be a cinch. Uh-huh. The first bite was okay. So was the second. By the third it was getting bad and there were pretty much tears running down my cheeks by the time I finished.

It is that hot.

And then I understood why our order all came with a tray of celery and carrots. Thank god I ordered a drink.

Duy then invited Rayan over and he arrived just in time to be offered the last atomic wing. I warned him it was hot, but his only reply was evocative to my initial reaction. “I’m Indian.”

I guess that’s why after that first one (after which he had an entire cup of ice water), he attempted the 10 wing challenge. He ordered his own set and we videotaped him doing it. It took about 12 minutes and lots of tears and sweat and pacing up and down, but he did it, all the while we had fun flashing a prom poster around. But you know, rejection holds no flame against the paint of intaking those 10 wings.

Of course, there is actually no specific girl the question was meant for, so I suppose it’s open ended for every female out there. Of course, no one’s every gone through so much pain before to do so…

[As soon as I can get the video to work, I'll add it here. Promise!]

In the mean time, some pictures!

Cynthia's sister and myself.

Ha Brothers, in not-quite-but-almost matching shirts.

And thus begs the question...