[passing the cafeteria] Something smells tasty. I think it smells like Frank’s Red Hot.
Ooh, Mom’s recipe for chicken wings features a bottle of Frank’s Red Hot and is super yummy.
I should make chicken wings.
Tim and I probably can’t eat a whole batch. Maybe there’s an occasion for which I could make them.
I think the Superbowl must be coming up soon; I remember seeing that the first-year auditorium was reserved for that purpose while I was scheduling CPR training. Wings are a good Superbowl food.
But if I went to a Superbowl party, then I would have to watch the Superbowl. It’s not worth it.
Maybe I could throw a non-Superbowl party, in which we eat chicken wings and other messy and unhealthy foods but do NOT watch the Superbowl or think about football at all! This sounds awesome.
The set of my friends who like messy and unhealthy foods, and the set of my friends who would want to skip watching the Superbowl, may have an extremely small intersection. Tim and I may be back to eating chicken wings on our own.