每个认识我的人都知道我能吃很多东西。我比大多数我认识的女孩子都吃得多(除了我的朋友Elaine，别看她这么小小的个儿)。每当有人跟我比吃多时，我一定应战。

上个周末我跟朋友在咖啡馆里瞎聊时，我的一个朋友Eugene竟然跟我和Elaine说，他能比我俩合在一起吃喝得还多。什么？喝酒嘛，就算了。我俩的酒量跟八岁小女孩差不多。你要是喝上6杯就把我俩喝下去了。天生的，没办法。但是吃得比我俩还多？开玩笑！我们跟他争来争去，他就是不让步。争吵的结果，就是我们商议好了一场进食比赛：明天，午饭时间，在“City Buffet”中餐馆。输家付钱。

第二天早上，我和Elaine开始为比赛作准备。她吃了一小碗oatmeal作早餐，我吃了5片薯片作开胃品。到中午12点半时，我俩都按计划饿得不行了，而且我们早就想好了比赛计划：当Elaine大吃特吃时，我就慢慢吃；我大吃特吃时，Elaine就慢慢来。如此一来，我们就会轮流迫使Eugene不断保持进食高峰。

比赛开始。第一个小时，我们还看不出能不能赢。表面上看，看不出他开始有吃撑的迹象。反正大家都装做不在乎的样子，还时不时地吹牛说“啊，我还没吃够。饿死了！”

第二个小时，由于不停地吃，我们都开始撑不住了，但是没人肯认输。有次，Elaine起来再去拿吃的时，Eugene第一次露出马脚。他说，“不要再给我面条了！”这时我们顿然醒悟，我们找到了他的Achilles足跟！於是我去拿了一盘肉和面条以吓他。谁知他照样也拿了一份。然后Elaine去拿了一盘蔬菜和面条时，他也照样拿了一份。最后，他自己竟然又去拿了一盘肉。我和Elaine目瞪口呆，差点就要认罚了。幸亏，我们没有受骗。他最后那次拿肉是用来骗我们的，其实他后来根本吃不下那盘肉。

於是，午饭那部分我们打成平局。然后开始tiebreaker--甜点！

Elaine和我每人拿了双份的甜点：一份给自己，一份同样的给Eugene。

Elaine吃完了她的。我也吃完了我的。Eugene开始第一份。吃完后，他撑得直不起腰来，无心地搅着碗里的水果。。。

终于他放下匙子，承认失败。我们赢了！彩纸和汽球飞下来，同时champion歌大声响起 "We are the champions my friend. And we'll keep on fighting till the end." (不过，是想象中的) 。

这次比赛的结果是我得了一份免费午餐并加上严重的消化不良。回想起来，我来回拿了十次的盘子呢。但是下次我还会再来一遍，为了捍卫我大胃王的声誉。

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.