Im covered in crabs.
No seriously, Greg took me to Red Lobster cause I was really craving seafood; particularly shell fish reeeeally badly. So we ordered these plates with Lobster tail, Snow crabs, Crab Linguini Alfredo, and like four kinds of shrimp including coconut shrimp (orgasm!) and a bahama mama that I couldn't reach 'cause it was tall and I'm really short.
Yup, I LOVE seafood, but shellfish seems to be a challenge for me. I got crab bits all over myself and in my hair from trying to crack and claw it open. At first I was following primal instinct and banging it against the table like an otter to try to get to the nummieness within, but then I figured out that there was a tool on the table that could do the job without drawing quite soo much attention to myself. I smashed my paws in that contraption a few times, still, it was worth it. I got my crab. I cleaned that fucking aquatic arachnid out. Mmm. I wish I was tearing up a spider now. Soo good.
Haha the waitress was darling. I guess I give the wrong impression to people when I go out because I have an accent, and I dress kinda nice, so she thought I was some pretentious snob. Then she saw me acting like that and covered in shredded crab shells, then she relaxed. Haha I dont mind making an ass of myself.
Although, I think Greg was half amused and half humiliated. Eh, Im cute, I can get away with it.
this blog is making me hungry again.
