Today, while standing in the 105 degree heat at the Austin Ice Cream Fest, I called my brother and said, “Name the world hot dog eating winner. Go.” He immediately (as I knew he would) responded with “Joey Chestnut. Obviously.” Leave it to my brother to know who Joey Chestnut is. I had called to inform him that I had just witnessed this same Joey Chestnut in an ice cream eating contest, which was hysterically sponsored by Pepto Bismol. It was perhaps one of the more disgusting things I have witnessed recently, or ever, as this very awkward (and there is no question that he is awkward) man shoveled ice cream in his mouth for 5 minutes. He totaled 1.25 gallons. I can’t imagine how he was feeling. I had a small scoop of roasted marshmallow flavored ice cream and I’m quite certain it was curdling in my stomach in the 105 degree heat. Bad news bears for sure. At least I looked better than Mr. Chestnut who had ice cream dripping down his “jersey.” Despite the heat, curdling ice cream in my stomach and sweat dripping down my spine, I couldn’t help but look around and think, “This is fucking awesome.” I love this city, whose people will trek out in mass numbers despite triple digit heat and gorge themselves on mass amounts of dairy–because that seems like a good idea. Who will cheer on Joey Chestnut and smile and act as though sweating through every article of clothing is the most natural thing in the world.