Why aren't those people Ryan Hughes?

At Chipotle, we were waiting for Ryan for a very long time. As each new person came through the door, our group asked ourselves, "Who the fuck are all these people, and why are none of them Ryan Hughes?"

Holy Toledo!

This morning, I learned the meaning of pain.

Normally I'm what you'd call a "social drinker". My hard-partying, hard-charging days are for the most part behind me, the artefacts of a well-spent college career. Last night, however, was a good friend's birthday, and things got a little crazy. I managed to avoid most of the facets of our multi-faceted drama, but the conspicuous consumption of alcohol (and the smoking of a single cigarette) hit me like a freight train when I awoke this morning.

But it was Quadrella day, so I soldiered on.

Battling vertigo and nausea, I fought my way to the Chipotle in Farragut Square, and proceeded to consume steak tacos despite AJ's warning that I should avoid the red meat, considering that our next two Quadrella stations are red meat-oriented. The tacos actually made me feel a lot better.

The Magic Number is currently 1. I'll keep you all updated on the Magic Number and what it signifies later today.

It is here...

Today
We will take part in one of the most ridiculous tasks ever undertaken by otherwise intelligent men...
Chipotle
Five Guys
Hard Times
Falafel and Fries
All in one day

The Quadrella

Will we succeed?
As some song that was poorly sung last night at karaoke reminds us...
Don't Stop
Belieeeeeeving...

Oh we will succeed.
And now...to the 'potle.

It's finally going to happen

Much like the recent creation of this blog, we have finally after months of delays decided on a date for the Quadrella. Tomorrow, we will eat way too much, and talk about this day for years to come. And, as we have only given ourselves one day to talk up this monumental event on this blog, we have begun.

Mmmmmmm

I can't wait for that delicious, heart-stopping goodness.