Hella Spicy

Friday night was pretty nuts, I’m not really going to go into details, but suffice to say that everyone there was feelin’ good early on in the night and maintained that feeling throughout =]

Yesterday, despite my lack of inebriation, was highlighted by some of the funniest moments college has yet brought about. First, we hit up the goal patrol and were literally ten feet away from Maya Moore!!!!!!!!!! It was so cool to see the national player of the year just immersed in the game as if she were an average college student and not a soon-to-be-if-not-already iconic sports figure lol. Anyways, after UConn lost 3-0 (it was 1-0 going into the 80^th minute, lots of blown chances), they had an autograph session with the team!! We got this freshman’s autograph, Greg King, the talented left back hailing from Austrailia, and then went over to get Toni Stahl's autograph. To give you a brief overview of what the scene looked like, it was just Jim McGrath and I amongst all of these 5-10 year old kids getting autographs lmao. Finally, as Toni Stahl neared us not two people away, we hear the cop come up to Toni and all of us and say “Ok guys, Toni needs to get to the locker room now, one more…”

Jim and I cast each other a frightened glance—our worst nightmare was unfolding before our eyes.

We frantically call out “Wait just one more! Please!” There must be a God because Toni kept signing papers, got to us, and then right after he signed both of our posters he hit the locker room. Crisis Averted. The poster is currently hanging up in my room!

Anyways, we hit up carriage (like usual) with Conner, Tim, Jimmy, Steve, Jim, Zoli, etc. We didn’t get there in time for much stuff, so we just used our pregame to carry us through the night. At about 1 a.m. we all headed over to Seargent Peppers for some grub, and upon arrival split up. Jim and I decided that we could use some wings so we headed over to Wings Express. A little background info. on Wings Express—the wings are straight FIRE! Jim and his roommate got 50 wings, flavored “hot” and were under the sink crying for twenty minutes after eating only four lol. It took a little while to find the place because we usually just order them for delivery, and when we were going around to find it, we heard a rustling by the garbage. We looked over and lo and behold a skunk jumps out only 5 feet away from us! Jim and I look at each other and book it as fast as we can out of there haha. We decide to take another route, and finally found it. We headed into Wings Express and find that there are hella arab guys working there. I realized then that that must be the cause of the extreme spicyness. I order 24 mild wings, thinking that mild is a step down from hot. To my temporary dismay, really mild is the lowest on the hierarchy of spicy, going

1) Mild

2) Medium

3) Hot

4) Armageddon

Thinking that the wings are probably wimpy, we open them up. A wave of spice hits us right in the face and we realize that even mildly hot wings are spicier than I can handle. As we are eating at Wings Express, just me and Jim at 1 am, suddenly the Arabs turn on the tv. This does not deter us from eating until we both pause between wings and hear the words “…and the first plane hit the North tower at 9:05 am.” We glance at each other uneasily lol and then silently finish eating and leave.

Earlier in the night we hit up “puke house”, and Tim, Jim, Pat, and I went on the porch in search of beverages. In the process, we met up with Lou Landolfi, who was talking to two girls. We introduced ourselves and exchanged names. The conversation went a little bit like this:

Girl 1: “Hi!! I’m Amanda, what’s your name?”

Me: “Hi! I’m Steve, nice to meet you.”

Girl 2: “Hey!!! Nice to meet you, my names Gina.”

Now, do not be mistaken. Although you may read the name “gee-na”, what she really said was “gye-na”, as in Va-gina lmfao. I asked her what her name was again, thinking I had misheard her, and then hear her introduce herself to Tim. He responds with “What was your name?” at least two more times, and then Jim follows suit. Tim and I just looked at each other after the introductions and started cracking up harder than I have at my whole time at UConn, it was priceless.

Morale of the story: Think before you name your kids.