She insist on having dinner that very same night at Joe's Crab Shack. After about an hour's worth of wait time for a table, I ordered the largest crab meal on the damn meun; a huge plate of King, Dungeness, and Snow legs. Oh my fucking god it was worth the wait, it was sooo delicious. And no I bowed out on having a bib. Wearing a bib is for the prudes and the kids. Yeah sure I wore my nicest dress to eat but who cares. I still made it out with only one small spot on it.
Let me back track a bit. When I first started watching this show, I vowed to never eat crab again because I felt guilty that these guys are out there putting their lives at risk for my eating enjoyment. And I just didn't feel right supporting that. Then a friend of mine, Gary, pointed one thing out. They are out risking their lives to make money (stupid amounts of it by the way) so... go out, eat the crab, and support them. And as I watch the marathon today, that kinda dawned on me. And it didn't help that crab caught on the show is about the size of a five year old. And it looked really tasty with lots of butter and lemon. So yeah, that's how it progressed. Thanks Gary.
Now, I must admit I really enjoyed the meal. And what make the evening even better was when I saw this fitted t-shirt:
No, seriously it's awesome enough that I needed to own it. And if you don't see the humor in why I should own such a shirt, then you don't know me too well.
I still can't stop laughing when I look at the shirt.
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