If I see food, I eat it.
Very old and bad joke, but still funny at a cocktail party. My sister Paige and I went to lunch together today to celebrate her impending sixteenth birthday (this Wednesday). She chose her favorite restaurant: Red Lobster
The lobster tank is just inside the restaurant’s front door. You can actually choose the lobster you’d like to eat. Why do we do this? The hostess was at her position near the front door. I looked at the lobster tank, I looked at the hostess and I asked, “Do they all have names?” She looked at me as if I also belonged in the tank.
Paige and I waited about five minutes for our table. During the wait and with Paige at my side, I started giving names to each and every lobster. Paige was unimpressed and ordered a lobster tail for lunch.
As you can see from today’s orchid picture, the lovely plant is very much unchanged from yesterday. In a private conversation, KnuckelHeadQ rightly pointed out that we won’t actually be watching the orchid die, only her flowers. Perhaps DQ is admitting that the orchid is not plastic? Nah… that would be too easy.
Ok… Ok… I can see slight changes on the orchid. But there are also some artificial flowers (like those I took to my Dad´s grave) you can open or close at will.
Perhaps it won´t be too difficult to convince me.
What were the lobsters names?
Vas a ver! The orchid, she is real.
The lobster names were: Bob, Bert, Francine, Margaret, Ethel, Arthur, Nicholas, Annie, Abercrombie, Fitch, Calvin, Ralph, Hugo, Donna, Karan, Tommy, Vera, Coco, Yves, Giorgio, Louis, and my personal favorite: Lucky