“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Yes, it is that time of year again. Where many a poor crab makes a sacrifice for the good of mankind. We aren’t talking a crab or two. I’m talking barrels of crab. Enough to feed 200 people amounts of crab. Despite the crab shortage, this year didn’t disappoint. Thanks to Crabtacular, I’m actually beginning to enjoy crab. I even ate some this year. I was lucky enough to score one crab cake that was made. These were rare, as most people were just eating the crabs au natural.
To compliment the crab, there was tequila. I had a chance to hang with my favorite tequila maker, Guillermo Sauza, who brought a bar stocked with his fine selection of Los Abuelos tequilas. We started the tasting with the Blanco, moved on to the Resposado, and finished strong with the Añejo. Some day, I’ll make the trek down to his place in Mexico.
Besides crab and tequila, the other winner of the night was lemon. Late in the evening, when Crazy Aussie was explaining to me the symbiotic relationship between The Count and Cookie Monster, and after I questioned if he was calling them gay, a gigantic lemon appeared on the table. Said lemon was then thrown about the atrium, while I cracked another and anointed people with lemon juice. A gigantic, empty box of Goldfish was cut in half by Performance Art Man. Crazy Aussie inserted the humongous lemon into the Goldfish boat. The lemon was topped with whipped cream and I pierced it with a rose. And then it all got out of hand. The whipped cream was licked off and replaced. Chip dip was dumped on it. And the lemon was pierced by other kitchen utensils. As soon as I figure out how to contact Performance Art Man, I’ll get some pictures because otherwise it didn’t happen.
Six hours later, I managed to get home by 9:30pm. I have to say, I kind of like these parties that start at 1pm. I had a fabulous night chatting with old friends and new. Too numerous to mention everyone here, but I have to give one shout out to the Delicious Librarian Twins. By the way, why didn’t I get the memo that the dress code for this thing was a black top and jeans. I couldn’t have done it anyways because I haven’t done laundry in two weeks, so I had to wear a skirt, but that is a story for tomorrow…
All this and I’ll be asleep by midnight. I win!