A paraphrased text exchange:
SK: Are you on a date?
me: No, just in a hot dog eating competition. What makes you think I am on date?
SK: Your phone just pocket dialed me. I heard a man’s voice! Really?
me: Yes, for real!
SK: How are you doing?
me: I gave in on my 7th. Competitor weighs twice more than me.
SK: That’s still pretty good!
me: I feel gross. Me and my big mouth.
I thought it would be a good idea and fun to challenge one of my best friend’s husband* to a spontaneous hot dog eating competition at a party last night.
I haven’t learned my lesson though and we are planning for a re-match, although I had to lie down on the couch for a little while, and had to endure joke offerings of hot dogs for the rest of the night. Not to mention the smell of hot dogs being freshly grilled for new guests that arrived later.
*He actually had made a promise to his wife years ago that he would no longer do eating competitions.