Bands with Pans: Ski Lodge
Jared: They’re definitely… spicy.
Jake, slightly outraged: They’re spicy? Are you serious?
Jared: They have a hint of flavor.
Andrew: A HINT of flavor?
Jared: Strong red onion flavor.
Andrew: …yeah, I sprinkled a few extras on top of yours for color.
Jared: The red onions are sort of… dominating the flavor. …I think think there might be too many colors.
Jake: No! There’s not too many colors.
Overall, the crew seems pleased with what they could pull off keeping in the tight budget. What if the capping point was double, though?
Andrew: There’s not much to do differently… I’d get fresh fish.
Guy On The Couch: I’d probably buy more beer?
Then Guy On The Couch leads a discussion on Phil Collins and blasts his miserable music until I scream Uncle. We sit sprawled in Jake’s living room, deep in tilap-sedation and buried in Collins’ horrible sweaty aftermath. No one says anything for a minute.