A while ago, my fiancee and I had a hot sauce party. We provided food and drinks, our guests brought a non Tabasco hot sauce, and everyone had a great time burning their mouths with capsaicin.
Then a couple of years later our friends decided to have a cookout and do the same. We showed up and tried out a bunch of hot sauces, and a conversation with a new acquaintance managed to get me into McSweeney’s (I’m the dude having a conversation with the author at the end of the first entry), an Internet humor publication I highly recommend. Just another oddly-appropriate-to-living-in-Washington story.
