Hello my two friends! I'm sitting in O'Hare Int'l Airport in the windy city and thought it would be a good time to share a little bit from the road. I need a way to unwind after our landing felt very similar to riding a curvy water slide at any one of your favorite water parks. Not cool American Eagle, not cool. The way I see it, telling a story of triumph is the best way to pick myself up.
On tour, we often come across unexpected circumstances or situations. It's true. You should know this by now because I feel confident that I have said it before. However, this time I'm not talking about things going wrong on stage, something blowing up, or crowds throwing us for a loop. I'm talking about the chance to show a little courage. The chance to let everyone around me know that I am a man made of steel.
That's right!
Steel!
I am like any other man. In the face of danger I wonder if I will have the moxie, but then I am reminded of some great words by some great people.
Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.
- Dorothy Thompson
That's hot.
-Paris Hilton
Well, my friends, not too long ago that moment was upon me. As we left the show I had no idea of what lied ahead. Even as we embarked on a journey for some post-show food and hang out time everything felt normal. As odd as it may sound, I was still unaware as we crossed the threshold into one of the finest eateries in America known to some as BW3's (Buffalo Wild Wings).
I should take this moment to remind you not to let my slim, defined, almost teenage physique fool you. I may still have my boyish looks, but I have a passion for food that rears its head with the spirit of a sumo wrestler. I love food, and nothing makes me happier than hot and spicy food. Thus, our story truly begins here.
Some people talk a big talk, or, at least , joke a big joke. Plenty of smarmy comments were heard as each person picked out his/her wing sauces, but my cop-like sixth sense let me know that there was an opportunity being presented with each joke. Subconsciously, each dinner mate was issuing me a challenge.
So I did what any man of steel would do. I ordered the absolute hottest sauce on the menu (the great thing about reading is you can now take the time to gasp and cringe). With every bite my mouth became more and more inconsolable, my lips felt like they were cracking wide open a bit more with every passing second, and all the while I was having to ignore the pain in order to remind myself of the importance of not touching or rubbing my eyes. It was a grueling fight until the bitter end, but I finished!!
See, I didn't simply complete a stupid stunt. No, no, no. I gained credibility. I preempted boldness before anybody could even think to try and embarrass me. I staked my claim on manly! Lastly, I stood up and fought for those who have not had the courage to fight the good fight when required. That night, I gave people hope. I ate the Blazin' Sauce!
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| Sadly, sauce just looks like sauce until you try it for yourself. |
*While it was a little humiliating, I got made fun of by our waitress (5'0" dainty blond girl) as she ate the same wings without a drink or dipping sauce while continuing to serve her customers.
