Our Only Casualty

G and F visited last weekend to celebrate my (belated) birthday. We all had a good time hanging out by the river, drinking (though this time no one ended up dancing on the speakers at The Hose), and eating. G was our only casualty: after chopping jalapeños…he touched his eye! G wailed in agony as the burn went behind his contact lens. Once the situation was under control we offered G an eye-patch so he could at least play the part of a pirate and maintain some dignity, but he refused. Arrrrr.