Last night Grace and I ate at Kru and got the oysters on the half shell. Michele, maybe you can help me out here, as our resident oyster expert (oyxpert?), I know there are a lot of different kind of oysters, but is it ever appropriate for an oyster the size of a tot's fist to be served raw on the half shell? They were pretty hard to choke down. I felt kind of like a contestant on Fear Factor, but we paid 12 bucks, goddamnit, so I was going to eat the nasty things. We had to cut them into three pieces. Also, don't get the unfiltered sake at Kru. The only kind they have is as chalky as pepto. It totally coats the glass with white crap. The sushi rolls were pretty good, though.
Then we showed up late to the Four Eyes "live" show and it was already in progress. I should have taken Davy at his word that it would start on time but everyone always says that. It was pretty hard to figure out what was going on. The dudes were lipsyncing to a recording and their were mics set up around the room to record the audience noise. That didn't phase me, I was just never able to ascertain why we were sometimes directed to boo and why we had to listen to the entire recording twice. Nevertheless, "bosworth's daughter" is a certified hit (there is nothing funner to yell than bosworth's daughter) and it was fun to watch Joel shred on everything from a purse to a cinder block. Other highlights were group pushups and Roan on the wheels of steel.
Everyone left pretty quick and the parking lot scene got weird, with Chris Olsen harmonizing with a bum and other hijinks. Then, on my way home some frat boys threw a water balloon at me. They missed. Ha ha! Who looks stupid now?
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fucking frat boys. Vince "sell my own mother to be in Cake" DiFiore shot down my fratboygetshis-type song way back when. Didn't make the 4eyes show. Should've, but "Old Crow" handed me a beatdown. Love the blog.
Saw Bush get by with softball queries from Matt Lauer this am. He is trying for the Jimmy Carter feel, but someone needs to tell him to get back to his desk already. He's not forking done with pulling his ass out of the fire yet. He looks like a spoiled boy who just wants his blankey. I have never seen a president want out so bad. I's old enough to vaguely recall Tricky Dick on tv when he threw in the towel, but you could tell he still wanted to be there. Bush is like, "hey Karl, can _I_ get indicted instead of you?"
hee hee. "oyxpert".
I've had some pretty big oysters, like on Ben's birthday we had a couple each of oysters from Narragansett Bay (Rhode Island represent!!!), Maine, and Prince Edward Island. The Prince Edward Island oysters were pretty big, (tot's fist? I don't know, maybe a dainty tot) and delicious, but I easily slurped 'em down in one fell swoop. If you guys actually took a fork and knife to them, I believe that they were unappetizingly big. Sometimes the shuckers don't separate the meat from the shell, and that makes it hard to pour down your throat, so maybe that was the problem?
I don't know, maybe a better oyxpert than me could tell you how big is too big, but that's all I got for you.
-michele
Don't ever cut oysters in pieces. It's bad luck, just because I say so.
"Other Hijinks" indeed...
but it was too much for me to swallow in one gulp. and believe me, that's saying something. sorry everyone.
for that joke, i mean.
and chris, the "other hijinks" all came out ok in the end. don't worry. and you made a lifelong friend.
I hereby vow and pledge that I was not using that oyster observation as a setup for that joke.
Man, lifelong friends are the bomb!
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