Jump over to DTE to congratulate him on a mediocre run!

Oh yeah, last night we undertook a side-challenge — each contestant blended his or her ingredients together and drank them from martini glasses. Witness Andrew VS Bart and Becky VS Geneva above, with Paul VS Remi and Mariah VS Mark coming tomorrow.

As it is, we are all, to my knowledge, still in there. Yes, even me. Yes, I tried to sabotage Bart. Yes, I still hold out hope I succeeded. Anyway! Witness everybody’s progress by checking their blogs above.

So there I am, minding my own business and watching one of EW’s “new classic” films, when I discover that Remi has recorded an homage to my short film. Admittedly, it was a stroke of brilliance. And it leaves me with no choice but to escalate.

A word of warning: Actual beers were harmed during the filming of this event. If Remi’s going out, he’s going out with a flourish, not a question mark. So consider this clip “Funny Games” to Remi’s “Scary Movie.” And if any of you get caught in the crossfire of this Great Yacht Rock War, well, that’s the price you pay. I’m willing to accept a little collateral damage.

Soundtrack: Player
Catering: My refrigerator
Leisurely enjoyment of several delicious beers: That’s right, all me.

Soundtrack: Steely Dan.
Catering: Me; mushroom quesadilla.
Finger: Straight to Ryan.

Dear Diary,

I ate De Leon again today. I hate myself a little bit more each time, but I just can’t stop. And it’s so much harder because I can’t be honest about this problem with my friends — it’s almost like they don’t want to know each time I come back to work with a plate of perfect tacos, loaded with fresh, homemade salsa. I’m glad I can be honest with you, though, Diary.

I’m not sure how I’m going to beat this addiction, but I know I’m going to have to do it alone. I guess my friends don’t need things like “flavor” in their lives, so they don’t really understand what I’m going through. But even now, just thinking about those amazing spices and that savory shredded beef, I find myself wiping the juice from my wrists … and it’s not even there!

So I just sit and stare at an empty plate. Chip crumbs, bits of fresh tortilla, and red sauce that’s getting watered down by my tears. Are they tears of joy, or tears of shame? I don’t know, Diary, I just don’t know.

First, Becky and Geneva called Stefan out in this video yesterday…

So yeah, it’s on!

Meanwhile, over at DTE, Bart is, not surprisingly, panicking over his avocado/portobello selection, while Paul has picked the wonderful me as his nemesis. Wow, really? Well, I’m calling you right back out, sir. Still, apparently none of the aforementioned people have cracked, nor has Andrew.

And Mark, Stefan’s odds on favorite, is still cruising right along, meaning… We all, quite possibly, survived the first day! Who would have thunk it? Does this make us better than the Urban Honking crowd?

I believe the answer there is, “Yes. Yes it does.”

A great man once asked: What good is faith without temptation? That great man was not me, and yet, he stands for so much that I believe in.

Soundtrack: Steely Dan.
Catering: De Leon.
Leisurely enjoyment of delicious tacos: All me, baby.

Read on to learn the rules, see the contestants, and forthcoming challenges. (more…)