Tuesday

Big Cancer was supposed to bring you good folks all the details, but he is AWOL. I'm hoping he'll edit this post and add his take on the evening. I'll give you the quick and dirty details...

We went to Gators in Bloomfield. Cheeseplate wanted to get there early to watch the game. The wing special starts at 10 on Tuesdays, but Big Cancer assured us that the wing special isn't really all that special - and to be honest, I was looking forward to some sleep - so I was totally on board for an early start. The Fence was on umm, the fence about coming out, and eventually decided to skip Tuesday and hold out for Wednesday. Cheeseplate wasn't feeling up for it either. Fair enough. I arrived at around 7:30. LAPSE and Lady LAPSE, or as we like to call her, The Boss, along with Double Down and his fiancé Misty Stratus (you have to say that out loud as Miss D Stratus for that to make sense) had already order beers. The Boss and Misty commented that my beard matched my outfit - and agreed that I could pass as an OTR truck driver. (That's probably why I'm getting all the attention from hookers. It has nothing to do with my stares.) I'll point out that they weren't being mean with this, just surprised, as they hadn't seen the beard in it's month old glory. There is a pitcher of Yuengling on the table. We order some hot wings and some cajun wings.

Peaches shows up shortly after. I text Big Cancer - he is on his way as well. He arrives at about the same time the wings do. Both flavors are pretty tasty. I'm not sure they were as tasty as some of the flavors we had Monday, but still, you wouldn't complain. There is a monkey wrench thrown in here though. There aren't enough trays to allow us to use one as a bone plate. Having to toss your discarded bones on a napkin on the table is ok, but seriously, give us a bone plate. The first order was for 20 of each flavor. We order 20 more Cajun, DoubleDown is a fan, 20 Hot BBQ, and 20 Gold wings. The gold wings are Gator's honey mustard wings. I've had them prior to Tuesday, and am a big fan. (They are a bit messy though.) We get some more beer. Now up in to this point, each of the ladies had only had one wing. Enough to say they participated and not much else. They decide to try the gold wings and end up with a total tally of 12. That's impressive. Hmm - I guess we shouldn't be surprised that the ladies loved the gold. Just imagine if they had diamond wings, they'd be keeping up with DoubleDown - Heeeyo! Try the shrimp cocktail - it's delish!

Speaking of DoubleDown - he is taking the wings down. He's taking the wings down to China town. (He named the various parts of his body after neighborhoods. China Town is his belly. Under no circumstance would I advise taking DoubleDown up on an offer of a tour of Verona. Fellas - trust me on this...) Seriously though, he is putting in an impressive effort. We finish up that batch and Peaches throws down the gauntlet. He orders 40 gold in an attempt to keep up. DoubleDown counters with 20 more Cajun. Big Cancer and I decide to bring the heat. Insane Buffalo - towards the top of the charts as far as the wings at Gators go. We order 10 because we are planning on poaching some of the other wings as well. Well, again, the cajun wings were good. The gold were great. The insane buffalo wasn't hot as advertised. A more apt description would be maybe a neurotic buffalo. That's a reach, but this buffalo would definitely be found competent to stand trial. Legal humor always leaves the crowd in stiches. We split 7 to 3 - with yours truly carrying the burden. (Really - I didn't think they were hot at all. Then again, I used Scoville as my fake internets name for a reason.)

At the end of the night - Double Down finishes with 49 wings. That is impressive. Peaches is above 30. The rest of the gentlemen are all above 20. Not bad for a Tuesday night. I actually remember driving home too - and at no time, pass out on the couch.