Ruse'd!

This past weekend marked the last that my best friend Alex would visit me in Austin before moving on to Indianapolis to start thwarting ignorance through his efforts as a high school math teacher with Teach for America. We've had some good laughs being roommates for nearly 6 years of our adult lives, and I will surely miss him being close, but I am very excited for him none the less.

The weekend wasn't much of a departure from our normal interactions, mostly filled with witless and inane banter about antics and nonsense, which I guess makes it that much more memorable.

One particularly memorable exchange came at dinner on Saturday night.

To quickly set the scene, we were at a Thai food restaurant with our friend Sarah and we were all deciding what to order. On the menu, they indicated how spicy an entree was by assigning it a number of asterisks, 1 meaning mildly spicy, 3 being the spiciest they offered. We set to order, and I went last.

me: Yes, can I have the Udon bowl, and can you make it two stars?
waiter: Absolutely.
sarah: (looks at menu) I thought you were ordering it, and then like saying, 'make it good'.
me: Oh, no, see they rate spiciness by stars.
alex: Yeah, that would have been better if you were like, 'I want this, but I want you to make it good. Don't make it shit like normal, make it good.

Food comes out. I take several bites.

me: Whew, this is really spicy. They must have made it like 4 stars instead of 2. They rused me man. I'm waiting for Aston to come out right now with the cameras and everything.
alex: Yeah, wouldn't that be great if they had a whole show that was like Punk'd except it was for really minor bullshit like that?
me: Yeah, and instead they would call it 'Ruse'd', and they would jump out with cameras in the most menial situations and everyone would start going crazy.
alex: it would actually be a lot more entertaining than the regular show.
me: yeah.

I'll miss you buddy. Good luck up there.