We had been skiing all day and by that I mean working too. Because we grew up in the shadow of a ski mountain, two actually many kids ski in the area. Just as many don’t which I never really understood. Many of the ACC also found themselves working as ski instructors, myself included.
Now you may be thinking teaching skiing isn’t real work. Certainly it isn’t bricks and mortar construction but it is out in the cold for hours in temperatures below freezing many days and it is a physical job.
So we finish work and head to the pub after work, we are young 20 somethings that is what you do.
Now I’m not sure who to blame for the brilliance that turned into the Jalapeno Challenge but we are having a few, playing darts and eating some nachos. Perfectly adequate after ski fun, the it is suggested that we kick the fun up a notch.
We each eat one slice of Jalapeno Pepper then add one each time we go around the table so then two then three and so on.
Who ever decided that they couldn’t continue would be a wimp and what ever other disreputable things we decided to call them for the evening.
Well we made it to 16 rounds of the Jalapeno Challenge and if are curious that is 136 slices of jalapeno peppers each. I’m not sure how many of us were in it at the end of the challenge but I think at least 5 of us.
We would have gone on longer but the bar manager decided that we had, had enough of the peppers. Usually you get cut off from the alcohol in a pub not the peppers.
Sure Jalapenos aren’t really the hottest peppers in the world , I’ll give you that but they aren’t bell peppers either.
Well none of us were any the worse for the experience or so we thought.
Well at 3:00 a.m. someone else was already awake and making a lot of painful noises.
I wasn’t awake until about a little after 4:00 p.m. and I knew what that pain was all about and I wish I didn’t know what the pain was about. Who knew fire could come out that end of things. Well I’m sure the bar manager may have had a clue but he could have cut us off before we were well over 100 slices of pepper each.
Well before 4:30 there were 5, 20 something year old men saying come on ice cream and drinking milk, and anything dairy in that apartment was gone before 5 a.m.
Now add to this because we were in the middle of no where ski town nothing is open at 5:00 a.m.
Our insides were saying you need to get this hot toxic sludge out of your body and pain centers were not accepting all the manual override commands and one of us would reluctantly give in to the horror.
The hour between 5:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m. was possibly one of the longest of our lives.
We decided that at about 5:40 a.m. standing outside in 20 degree cold would probably work to keep our bodies for trying to expel any more of the poison inside us until the store opened.
So we put on jackets and hats and gloves and huddled outside the door of the local gas and sip, which was right next door, thankfully.
The owner showed up promptly at 5:59 a.m. to Open at 6 and was surprised to see a crowd of butt clenching shivering guys outside his store. We bought ice cream and milk. I’m not sure which confused him more us being there before he opened or that we all bought dairy and left really promptly already drinking the milk before we got out of the store.
We don’t speak of this when we see each other
Well, that’s all for now, other stuff tomorrow most likely
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