The Birthday Girl Eats Her Wings

This was amazing.  A month or so ago, while out to eat at a usual pizza joint, I laid down a challenge for our friend Daisy.  If she could eat her buffalo wings with her hands behind her back she stood to make $150.  She declined.  Then she regretted it.  A date was set.  She was to make her attempt on 6/28.  Her birthday.  And while we tried to get the pot up to $200, she had to settle for $183.  

The restaurant staff had been expecting this, and actually made it a little easier by serving the wings on a plate instead of the usual bowl.  They also rolled the wings in dressing.  Earlier, various dudes had offered to do it, but since we are generally foul, dirty bastards this could not stand.

Sunday comes, and Daisy arrives with her hair pulled back, obviously not wanting to get wings in her hair.  What I thought was funny was that she was wearing a nice white shirt!  Mario bailed her out with an over-sized polo shirt, so don't knock her for her style.

The following video has slightly edited/shortened for the purposes of fitting on Youtube, so the nervous anticipation is lost, but their are almost ten minutes of highlights.  Pretty much everyone had left the restaurant at this point, so it wasn't too publicly embarrassing.  We started off with my camera on a tripod, and things were going well for the first eight minutes or so, then the media card was full.  Fortunately, the new iPhone came to the rescue and finished the documentation of this momentous occasion.  That, in turn, forced me to play with iMovie, which was new, so don't expect a polished job...

In the end, Daisy was a champion, finishing her wings.  A feat made more impressive in that she never finishes them.  I am not making anymore birthday food challenges for awhile, but now that it is documented on this blog (and here at Youtube for a larger viewing experience), it was money well spent.  

During the meal, somebody asks what made me think of this.  It got me thinking about the weekend I graduated from PT school.  We were down in Pasadena walking around Old Town, and a pan handler asks my dad for some change.  Before I know it, my dad is making up some B.S. story about how another guy down the street was doing tricks for money, and was demanding that this guy sings or dances or something.  The next thing I know, the guy is putting on a little show, and earns himself ten bucks.  Brilliant.  I couldn't have pulled that off, but I guess it stuck in the noggin somewhere.

So, happy birthday to Daisy, you're a champion, and you totally earned it.