No Fear Factor for Me!

So we were originally going to treat ourselves to lunch at Tucanos today, but we kind of forgot because I took an afternoon nap and we were just busy running errands. Anyway, I was talking to our friend Justin online later in the afternoon, and he asked how Tucanos was. I replied we didn't go, and he suggested we go for dinner. The handful of times I have been to Tucanos, it has always been for lunch simply because it is $7 less expensive, but I figured this will probably be the last time we go there, so why not? I had gone two years ago for my birthday, and I was very sad that they never banged the drums and sang to me that time. I was hoping for a better experience this time around. Well, it was definitely a fun time. For starters, one of the waiters dropped a piece of garlic sirloin in my water! Then a few waiters started coming our way with the drums and a special dessert treat, but then I realized they were going to a different table.  I got my hopes up a little bit, but then they asked if anyone else had a birthday in the area, so I stood up to so everyone could look at my huge belly. I was excited that I was finally included in the birthday festivities until I didn't get the little sundae. I didn't want to pry the waitress and make her go get me one, but at the same time I was disappointed. A little later one of the waiters brought around chicken hearts. After one quick look, I turned my head in disgust! Apparently the waiter wanted to torment me, and he scraped one on to my plate . . . sick! Well, I decided that it would be cool to say that I had eaten chicken heart, so I started to cut the heart in half with my fork. That didn't work because it was too tough, so I had to get the knife too. I told Kyle that he had to eat the other half with me. He put it in his mouth first, and then it was mine turn. Seriously after 1/10 of a second of placing it in my mouth, I started to gag. Our friends were saying, just don't eat it, but I wasn't going to just spit it back out. Oh my goodness, it was so gross! They brought by some yummy pineapple soon after this horrid experience, but I still felt sick to my stomach. Baby didn't like it either, I could just tell. Now we were at the end of our meal, and then some more drums came. They made me stand up again so they could sing to me! But this time, I got the dessert. Hooray! Anyway, I was still feeling pretty sick on the way home, and our kind friends in the back seat just kept making gagging noises (boys will be boys!) Well, I got home, and within a matter of minutes, my stomach rid itself of the chicken heart poison. Never again will I eat chicken heart! Kyle had even tasted it before, and he said it was MUCH worse than he remembered it being. All in all, I came to the marvelous conclusion that I don't ever want to go on Fear Factor because I would probably just gag everything up!