Friday

Forgive me for slacking over the weekend - actually, you don't have to. Weekends are the domain of the slacker. I slacked so well over the weekend, it sort of slacked over into Monday.

Anyways, I awoke on Friday ready to end the week of wings. I hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch all week. I had strong suspicions that major organ systems were on the verge of collapse. However, when it comes to this sort of unimportant trivial bullshit, you know I can't walk away. Friday was naturally a clusterfuck. Between being busy at work, really, and trying to figure out where to go for wings, I wasn't sure how things were going to work out. We decided to take our chances and head to Mad Mex in the North Hills for the closing night of the week of wings. I talked to The Fence and DoubleDown to see who could get there first. DoubleDown wasn't going to get there until "later", while The Fence was shooting for 6 PM. Not sure we were going to be able to get a table, I undauntedly headed due north in the suburban sprawl wasteland that is McKnight Road. I arrive at Mad Mex a little after 5:30 and ask for a table for 12. The hostess is cute, as hostesses tend to be. (Not always, though.) They don't have any 12 tops, so they offer to push a bunch of 2 tops together. That works for me. I was travelling Gordon Lightfoot style, and figured that was lame, so I switched over to George Thorogood style for the time being. Translation: It isn't too much fun to sit at a restaurant alone, so I started drinking.

Fortunately, The Fence, and his wife, who we're going to call Kelly Lynch today, as Roadhouse is her favorite movie, Cheeseplate and LT arrived around 6 as promised. I had ordered some chips and dips (pico, black bean and a cheese dip.) The dips were good, they kept giving us the bottom of the bag chips though - all broken and ass kicked. Lame. Peaches arrived shortly thereafter with Juice right behind him. Have to salute the Juice - he put in work this week and was around for an impressive, unexpected 4 nights. LAPSE and the Boss were not going to attend tonight - as they had tickets to Blue Man Group, which is cool I guess. I'd go, if only to see what the deal is. I'd expect to be annoyed though, but I've gone into shows like that before only to be impressed.

We start ordering the wings, which were half off. Good deal. Mad Mex has only 4 sauces, but those sauces all have 3 levels of intensity; mild, wild and insane. I order a large order of classic buffalo insane and a small order of southwest insane. Cheeseplate and The Fence split a few orders of mild San Francisco and mild Buffalo. Peaches orders 3 large orders of assorted flavors. That really puts the pressure on DoubleDown - who I just exchanged texts with. He has just left is house that is a good 45 minutes to an hour away. He may miss the special. The Juice puts together another nice showing with his order. The Fence is drinking a margarita, but everyone else is drinking beer. I'm drinking Dos Equis - which is ok. There are some beers on draft that look more interesting, but they are a little too high in the alcohol by volume percentage for me to try as I am driving. The waiter asks if we could go on one check - everyone is fine with that. It looks like there will be no shirt signing tonight...

That being said, the waiter seems like a good enough fellow. He is willing to taunt The Fence (or is it Cheeseplate - not sure) over the name of an item. Laughs by all. The Fence reaches out to DoubleDown, to get his order in before the special ends. Quality fellow he is. The ladies had all ordered something other than wings, but they had all sampled them as well. The wings arrive - and are decent. The sauces are very good, and for the first time all week, the insane makes me break into a bit of a sweat. Finally. The only thing holding them back is that they are a little too fatty. That is too bad because they could have been contenders. Still very good. The Southwest sauce is quite good - I would recommend.

Both Peaches and DoubleDown finished off their triple orders - which is in excess of 40 wings. Not a bad showing at all. Cheeseplate has 18 or so- which is a strong showing for him. The bill was the highest of the week, but that was to be expected - as we stayed past the happy hour special, and drinks began to get pricier. At the end, everyone was glad to have the week of wings be over, but all also seemed glad that they had taken part of it.