200 CHICKEN WINGS

While I was setting-up the pc system upstairs, Jansen called to tell me that Allison, one of our friends and Tyler's girlfriend, won 200 wings at Hooters in Anaheim. I wanted to workout but since I had to be in Brea within an hour, I didn't have enough time. So I just finished-up changing the way the devices were plugged-in to the power chords. When I was done, I had so many more plugs that were open and it seemed like I was missing a device or two.

We waited about half an hour before we could sit down. The Lakers-Celtics game was on so there were more people than usual. Even though it's Hooters, I couldn't help but remark how our waitress Megan had a badankadonk. After our initial orders, the wings began to come. It was wave after wave of wings and after about 20 of them, I couldn't go any further. I like to always say that I sometimes reach diminishing marginal utility. My economics teacher taught us that utility was the pleasure you received from something. The example he used was eating burgers. The first few burgers would give you pleasure, but after a certain point, you wouldn't want anymore. Therefore, their marginal utility would diminish.

Looking at the quantity of wings still left on the table made me feel ill. Well, not really, but I couldn't eat a single bite and the thought of eating another wing was not appetizing. I stopped before my stomach was super bloated, the way it gets sometimes when I eat way too much.

Then we went to Jansen's and played online poker all night till the early morn'.