
i forgot a scene in kansas city this weekend...that i probably shouldn't post on here because of the continued harassment i will get, but it's funny anyway, so there. it's a perfect example of telling a story (or, mentioning a nickname, as the case may be) and having it return to bite me in the butt.
the team was at dinner on thursday night, after the round, telling random stories about random stuff. dara had just told the story about a pet goat her family had when she was a girl. the subject then came up about the kitchen not cooking either chris' steak or the judge's steak correctly. the judge sent his back, but chris had already eaten about half of his within just a few minutes of receiving his plate. we note this fact about chris' half-disappeared steak. dara says:
"yeah, but chris is a goat. next thing i know, chris is going to eat a tin can...but then again, that's why he's so great for nicky, because she's a goat too."
the really goofy thing is, she paused enough after calling chris a goat that i was breathing in to thank her for calling him a goat and not me. then she started to speak again.