As Promised...

Sorry loyal readers (my parents) for the lack of posting...it's been a busy week of stuff. Anyway, for those of you who don't know, Wednesday night was one of those unforgettable nights...the first time I think I've ever felt like a college kid and (gasp) liked it...

It all started when we won our broomball game.. the first win of the season, and it came in the playoffs no less (OK, the B playoffs, but it was still mighty solid). Here's a picture of the menacing broomball defense I play (I'm the big one in the blue shirt in the back):

Anywho, it is Southwest tradition to go to BTB (Big Ten Burrito for you non- Ann Arbor people) and grab a midnight snack. Gentz and I usually get quesadillas. Anyway, a few others joined us in this tradition, including one Aghogho Edevbie, who had to eat the restuarant's largest single item (this being the "Giant" chimmichanga, an enormous fried burrito, pictured below) per some kind of lost bet or promise (I'm not sure which) Anyway, he had to eat the WHOLE THING, right there.
Yeah, he had to eat that fried child. Anyway, he cruised through the first half of it in 25 minutes. The next uncomfortable fourth was gone within fifteen minutes. Then came the grueling last fourth of the Giant, in between bites, us shuttling between the beverage fountain supplying our competitor with water. But that final damn fourth was a feat of will and concentration, and I have to give it to our gastronomic warrior: he gave it his all; however, it was apparent to all in attendence (including some curious onlookers from the BTB kitchen who whipped out their camera phones) that our man Aghogho wasn't doing too well.
He got down to the last few bites, where every swallow was preceeded with 10 minutes of some of the most painful digesting you'll ever see. Aghogho had one last bite before him and upon staring it down, his cheeks puffed like he was playing an imaginary saxophone. I got out of my seat, turned my back and heard "SPLAT!" It was all over...Aghogho would not be crowned Chimmi-champion on this night. Instead of a trophy (or more important, free Churros for his friends...) all that sat before Aghogho was a pool of fried vomit. Yech! Anyway, we had fun (until we found out we had to clean it up) and comforted Aghogho who sat in disbelief. Truly one of the best nights of college to date...if not the best. Never before has someone puking been so entertaining.

He says he wants to try to attempt the feat again. This time, we'll be ready...with those airplane vomit bags.

PS
I have a few pictures of Aghogho sitting in his own vomit, but due to reader demand, I opted not to post it. They are amazing photos though and if you want to see 'em, just ask.