Chili-Coma
Yesterday was Career Day at Caltech. This usually involves a bunch of companies trying to convince students how cool it would be to work there, primarily by giving away free swag. Students, for their part, are typically laden with big dreams and hastily-drafted resumes, but are of course also happy to just walk away with free trinkets. “And fun is had by all.”
I dropped by Career Day yesterday to see someone that I used to work with, and we took a quick trip to the local Tommy’s Burger. This was quite an exciting experience, since Tommy’s is an institution for Caltech students, and we were getting back to our roots. Plus, it was a good chance to try out the new location on Hill Street, which is dangerously close to my daily commute. (For now I have resisted gratuitous chili consumption, at least from Tommy’s.)
I didn’t eat food from Tommy’s for a long time, because it violates the Possum Rule: “If food comes from a vat large enough to conceal a whole possum, don’t eat it.” I have since stopped following this guideline, trusting the food-safety inspectors to do a good job, but maybe I should have yesterday, because I got hit by the biggest chili-coma ever. I had a chili cheeseburger and chili cheese fries, and afterward I just had to lay down on the floor and let my body recover from the ruthless chili onslaught. Hours later I was still struggling, so I had a cup of coffee!
To make up for this … decision … I didn’t eat dinner, and I went for an extra long run today. Man, that stuff is good, but it does take a toll. Especially if you are out of practice and your tolerance is low. Maybe I’ll drop by there again in a few months. I’ll just have to make sure I have nothing scheduled for the next 10 hours.