The Things We Do For The People We Love

Sunday, June 7, 2015

I've mentioned before I was never a huge wing person until I met Chris. Eating food straight off a bone isn't for me. No thanks, too gross. Too many dirty napkins. Too many dirty faces. Too much sticky everything.

But sometimes we do things for the people we love because we know how happy it will make them. We put aside our own wants and desires, or our own fears and anxieties, because we know in the end it will be worth it.

We put on a happy face and make the best of it. We make sacrifices. We wear pink sunglasses. And we drink beer and eat wings even though we kind of want to drink a Bloody Mary and have a nice quiche. Like I said, sacrifices.


And it's all so we get the chance to see a look of pure joy on a grown man's face after he's successfully eaten 58 wings in 20 minutes. Without breaking a sweat.

This guy is a champ. I've never been more proud than I was on Saturday at Wingfest. It was as if Chris has been preparing for this day his entire life.


He was crowned King Wing. Okay that's not true, but if there had been a crowning, Chris would have won. While everyone else was crying and wiping their noses from the crazy hotness of some of the most disgustingly spicy wings ever, Chris hardly even noticed. He just kept on eating like the barbarian he is. He dug deep and went back to his viking roots.

As for me... Well I tried not to look at the dirty napkins and dirty baskets full of discarded bones littered all over the place. Sticky fingers and sticky cheeks and sticky people licking their cheeks and fingers at every turn. One might say I didn't even notice. Nope. Didn't notice any of this... Still not noticing it.


I get to marry King Wing in one year. You don't have to say it, I know I'm a lucky girl.


I hope your weekend was just as ... tasty. Are you guys ready for another Monday? Me neither.

17 comments:

  1. I'm the same way. I don't eat things off the bone. At least if they're covered in sauce. Wings, ribs, drumsticks? No thanks. But still, his eating is impressive.

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  2. I love wings but I prefer the boneless kind, which is probably cheating in some way. Still so impressed he ate so many! Wingfest sounds fun, and I'm glad you were able to enjoy it!

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  3. Haha such a cute post! Oh man, the things we do for love :) Happy Monday!

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  4. you got wings, i got a dog collar in the woods. it's safe to say they are lucky to have us.

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  5. oh, sticky EVERYTHING. those little damp towelettes they give you just don't cut it man.

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  6. Hahaha I love this. Sounds like a fun time! Although, I'm with you on the "not eat from the bone" thing. Yikes. Boneless wings all the way! aka, chicken nuggets haha

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  7. Oh ew. This post is giving me anxiety! But congratulations to King Wing.

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  8. This is awesome, congrats to King Wing! We definitely do some crazy things for those guys we love! :)

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  9. Excuse me, but how is there not any sauce in King Wing's glorious beard? That's a true wing champ.

    And p.s. I hate wings. Anything on a bone, and I'm not a fan.

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  10. Wow, you are on your way to being Queen Wing...shall I start calling you "my grace" now or after the wedding? Ha, ha! :)

    Mandie ~ http://badbrewpack.blogspot.com/

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  11. I have the same feelings about wings as you do. The flavor is fine, it's the huge mess that is not. Sticky everything. Not a fan at all.

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  12. Ok I love Tim heaps but I will not drink beer for anyone...............and if someone loves me they will not expect me too, I also am not a fan of wings either because as you said messy

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  13. I am slowly becoming okay with eating meat off the bone - it's a challenge! I think the numerous crawfish boils lately have helped >.<

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  14. My brother loves eating super-spicy wings right off the bone, and though I like to eat bone-in wings, I am fine with "basic" Buffalo flavors--no need to make it extra-spicy.

    Actually, wings were available as hors d'oeuvres at my high school reunion this weekend, but I didn't eat any since I was wearing a suit. I was clumsy enough spilling water while holding a plate with crackers, hummus, and pita. Speaking of the reunion, Kim R. says hi. Funny the mutual Nebraska connections we have--it's a small world!

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