A couple Fridays ago, the 22nd of May, we had a birthday dinner for Boehner and Jeff that resulted in some battle caps being played. Midway through, Kevin asked, "What would you do if I sank this chuar*?"
*Chinese lesson: chuar = Beijinger's way of saying chuan = kabob
"Drink the beer," I said.
So then, without any warm-up throws, he hurls a chuar with a piece of meat on its end javelin-style straight into my beer. It was the perfect arc with the perfect landing, creating hardly a splash. I was aghast. Celebrations ensued.
And the beer tasted spicy.
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