Dx vs. The Kitchen Sink

My husband Dx likes ice cream. He really, really likes ice cream. If he could live exclusively on ice cream, he would.
At our local Creamery, there is a ice cream dish called "The Kitchen Sink." 8 softball size scoops of your choice are loaded up with 8 toppings of your choice, along with 3 bananas, heaps of whipped cream, nuts and cherries.
The Kitchen Sink is intended for groups of six or more.
However, the Creamery offers free ice cream for a year for the gluttons who finish this dish by themselves AND beat the standing record: 1 hour, 19 minutes.
One of Dx's best and worst qualities is persistence. The man NEVER gives up on something he's decided to try, especially if other people know he's making an attempt.
And thus, the Kitchen Sink.

When the waiter brought out the ice cream, a hush fell over the restaurant. It's an indecent amount of ice cream for one person to even think about consuming; it should be accompanied by a song ala Ziggy Piggy from Bill and Ted's. The rules allow one five minute bathroom break, and whatever happens in the bathroom is your own problem.
He started out at a good pace, but as we hit the 30 minute mark the spoon slowed dramatically. He kept saying, "I've hit a wall. I need to go to the bathroom."
After five minutes, I went in to the bathroom after him. He emerged, bloodshot eyes and a crazy look upon his face.
When Dx sat back down, I could tell the contest was as good as done. Our friend Glen encourged Dx to stop eating, but I used every tactic I could to get him to pick up the spoon again. I had 10$ riding on this! When I saw him scoping out garbage cans, I allowed him to throw in the ice cream soaked towel.
This is what he looked like minutes before he gave up.

He probably got about 1/3 of the way through what must have been three gallons or more of ice cream. Dx was sick for the rest of the night and much of the following day. However, late Saturday night, Dx looked me in the eye and said, "I think I could have finished it if I hadn't eaten lunch."
True to form, I think he may eventually try to eat the Kitchen Sink again someday. But in the meantime, the mere mention of a sundae makes him dry heave.

Below are pictures of Mimi at rehearsal for mom's play 'Guys and Dolls' at the Village Theater.
She is 8 months and, though never having climbed stairs before, undertook the challenge because they lead her onto the stage. A Star is Born, my friends.