每個認識我的人都知道我能吃很多東西。我比大多數我認識的女孩子都吃得多(除了我的朋友Elaine，別看她這麼小小的個兒)。每當有人跟我比吃多時，我一定應戰。

上個周末我跟朋友在咖啡館裡瞎聊時，我的一個朋友Eugene竟然跟我和Elaine說，他能比我倆合在一起吃喝得還多。什麼？喝酒嘛，就算了。我倆的酒量跟八歲小女孩差不多。你要是喝上6杯就把我倆喝下去了。天生的，沒辦法。但是吃得比我倆還多？開玩笑！我們跟他爭來爭去，他就是不讓步。爭吵的結果，就是我們商議好了一場進食比賽：明天，午飯時間，在“City Buffet”中餐館。輸家付錢。

第二天早上，我和Elaine開始為比賽作準備。她吃了一小碗oatmeal作早餐，我吃了5片薯片作開胃品。到中午12點半時，我倆都按計劃餓得不行了，而且我們早就想好了比賽計劃：當Elaine大吃特吃時，我就慢慢吃；我大吃特吃時，Elaine就慢慢來。如此一來，我們就會輪流迫使Eugene不斷保持進食高峰。

比賽開始。第一個小時，我們還看不出能不能贏。表面上看，看不出他開始有吃撐的跡象。反正大家都裝做不在乎的樣子，還時不時地吹牛說“啊，我還沒吃夠。餓死了！”

第二個小時，由於不停地吃，我們都開始撐不住了，但是沒人肯認輸。有次，Elaine起來再去拿吃的時，Eugene第一次露出馬腳。他說，“不要再給我麵條了！”這時我們頓然醒悟，我們找到了他的Achilles足跟！於是我去拿了一盤肉和麵條以嚇他。誰知他照樣也拿了一份。然後Elaine去拿了一盤蔬菜和麵條時，他也照樣拿了一份。最後，他自己竟然又去拿了一盤肉。我和Elaine目瞪口呆，差點就要認罰了。幸虧，我們沒有受騙。他最後那次拿肉是用來騙我們的，其實他後來根本吃不下那盤肉。

於是，午飯那部分我們打成平局。然後開始tiebreaker--甜點！

Elaine和我每人拿了雙份的甜點：一份給自己，一份同樣的給Eugene。

Elaine吃完了她的。我也吃完了我的。Eugene開始第一份。吃完後，他撐得直不起腰來，無心地攪着碗裡的水果。。。

終於他放下匙子，承認失敗。我們贏了！彩紙和汽球飛下來，同時champion歌大聲響起 "We are the champions my friend. And we'll keep on fighting till the end." (不過，是想象中的) 。

這次比賽的結果是我得了一份免費午餐並加上嚴重的消化不良。回想起來，我來回拿了十次的盤子呢。但是下次我還會再來一遍，為了捍衛我大胃王的聲譽。

Eating Contest

Everyone that knows me knows that I take pride in the amount I can eat. I can out-eat most girls I know (except for Elaine, who, despite her delicate small frame, can pack in food like no others). So of course, any eating challenge presented to me is always taken up.

Last weekend I was sitting at a popular college hangout shooting the breeze with my friends, when Eugene, a geeky friend of mine, started boasting that he could out drink and out eat Elaine and me combined. Out drink?? Fine. We both have the alcohol tolerance of 8-year old girls. You down 6 drinks, and you'll have us under the table easy. There's nothing we can do about that. We're genetically inferior. BUT OUT EAT??? BOTH OF US COMBINED???? Blasphemy!! We argued incessantly that he was talking crazy, but nothing would get through to that thick head of his.

Ultimately, it came down to an eat-off. The next day. Lunch. City Buffet, a local Chinese restaurant. Loser pays.

Sunday morning rolled around. Elaine and I prepped for the contest. She ate a small bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. I ate 5 potato chips as a teaser. By the time it was 2:30pm, we were both starved and ready to take on Eugene. Now, Elaine and I are no fools. We ????uted with strategy. The grand master plan: when Elaine ate a lot, I’d take it easy. When I went at it, Elaine would take a break. Basically, by alternating eating loads, we would force Eugene to maintain a consistent high.

The contest started. For the first hour, we didn't know if we could break him. He showed no signs of pain. Everyone kept a perfect poker face. Every once in a while, someone would bluff, "Wow…I'm still hungry."

By the second hour straight of solid consumption, we were all ridiculously stuffed, but with too much pride to admit it. The first sign of weakness was when Elaine went for another round, and Eugene yelled "no more noodles!" At that point, we knew we had him. We had found his weak spot, his Achilles’ heel! I deliberately went for another round of meat AND NOODLES to scare him. But Eugene matched me. Elaine grabbed more veggies AND NOODLES. Eugene also matched her. Then Eugene himself went for another round of meat. Oh my gosh! Elaine and I looked at each other in shock. We almost declared forfeit. Luckily, we call his bluff. He was getting the meat to intimidate us, and his meat remained untouched. All is not lost yet.

The lunch portion of the competition ended in an even tie. Tiebreaker - Dessert round!!!

Elaine and I each made double desserts. One for us, and a matching one for Eugene.

Elaine finished her dessert. And I also finished mine. Eugene started on his first one. After he finished it, he started to lean over in pain. He stirred the fruit around in disgust…

And he put down his spoon in defeat!!!!!!!! We won! The imaginative champion song blared through the loud speakers: “we are the champions my friend. And we’ll keep on fighting till the end”, with confetti and balloons falling from the sky.

A free lunch (and a lot of indigestion). In retrospect, I got 10 rounds of food. OMG. But yet I'd do it all over again....all for the pride.