Went to a Thai restaurant last night for the gf's brother's bday. Ordered the "Red Chicken Curry" at a heat level of 4 (scale of 2 to 10). I'm pretty sure that the chef read the "4" as a "9", because I've never been so close to dying in my entire life. My ears were sweating. Curry is a different kind of spicy. I can eat hot wings. I like chili that has a bite to it. This was not like those things. It assaulted the back of my throat with a vengeance. I was literally choking at one point, but felt like I should force myself to finish it, considering the future father-in-law was paying. That wasn't the worst part. Halfway through the meal, after 6 or 7 Diet Coke refills, I took what was going to be the last bite. I had decided to throw in the towel. I chewed quickly, swallowed even faster and reached for a drink. As I did, one of those "you don't even have enough time to cover your mouth" sneezes snuck up on me. It brought the evil spices into my nasal cavity. The pain in the back of my throat, which had previously felt like someone was trying to iron wrinkles out of it, paled in comparison to the 3rd degree burns I now have in my sinuses. My nose was running like it stole something. I will not get into specifics regarding the current state of my digestive tract. Suffice it to say that I need to pick up some gauze pads and a tourniquet on the way home from work today. I will never, ever, eat curry again.