Tequila, Takeout & Typeracing
After an unsuccessful bid at getting in at a popular Recoleta restaurant called Cumaná, Jessica had a brilliant idea: takeout. We ordered from Cumaná, then we split the team; Karen and Danny went off to buy wine, Jess and I established a base camp outside the door to Cumaná.
Jess noticed a bar across the street had happy hour. So we ran up, each had a shot of tequila and a Corona. I was famished so I shoveled pretzles into my mouth, and we headed back across the street. By that time Buck had arrived. The five of us headed to Karen’s apartment to eat on the rooftop patio.
Now the five of us together established a collective of internet nerds. Karen and I were recalling that we had a typing contest one day when we were working at ESPN.com. Danny suggested we all play on typeracer.com. We spent the next hour and a half speedtyping.
It got quite competitive. Danny, unhappy with his first few rounds, was compelled to trim his nails in and effort to squeeze a few more WPM from his fingers. On average, Buck was the fastest. I struggled due to the tequila but we all were slowed to some extent from the wine. I had the overall slowest time of 50-something WPM - but also the overall fastest of 124. I was really happy about that, but my average sucked.
