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So last night, Max, Zach, Vicky and I decided to fulfill our life-long dream of eating buffalo wings, so we took a quick 40 minute jaunt to way the hell north Minneapolis where the legendary "Buffalo Wild Wings" was situated (it took 40 minutes because we kept getting the directions wrong). And what were we to find aside from our coveted buffalo meat? A horrifying and cavernous sports bar where all of the cars were double parked and everyone wore a letterman's jacket. We had arrived.
To our dismay, there was a two hour wait for a table because there was a UFC fight on that night and the place was packed. For those of you who are unaware, UFC is basically a mixed martial arts tournament, often called "Pride fighting," and it can commonly be viewed on Spike TV. But I digress.
Instead of waiting two hours for a table, wading through a sea of people and suffering under the ever-oppressive din of big screen TVs and sports commentary, we decided to get it to go. While waiting for our wings, we amused ourselves with the photo wall behind us. It was a wall covered in polaroids of people who had attempted to eat a basket of "Blazin' Buffalo Wings" in under 58 seconds (the current record). The contenders had written their name on their pictures, but sometimes they would include something inspirational--like the famous line "Get her done," a phrase coined by Larry the Cable Guy. I'm sad to say that this phrase appeared more than once.
When our food was ready we hightailed it out of there and made it back to MCAD, where we proceeded to eat and watch some Daria. Our foray into this unknown and mystical land will not be forgotten. Our memories will continue to be filled with its whimsy and wonder.

Also, the wings were pretty good.