This is the fourth in my 30 in 30 by 30 series, wherein I undertake 30 adventures in 30 days before I turn 30 years old on Aug. 6.
I like oysters. I like booze. Why not indulge in both at the same time?
If I looks like I just woke up here, it's because I had. Naps are great.
Thursday, Steve here was supposed to escort me to the World Piano Competition semi-finals. Late Wednesday night, I got an email from him saying, "I fucked up and told someone I'd fill in for their golf league tomorrow night."
All I wrote back was, "I hope it rains."
Since he was obviously feeling contrite, I told Steve he could make it up to me by meeting me after golf and buying me shots. Oyster shots.
For the uninitiated, oyster shooters consist of pepper vodka, cocktail sauce and a big, fat oyster. You clink, drink and then make faces like these:
Despite the ridiculous yuckface I have going on here, I thought oyster shooters were totally delicious.
So, my thanks to Steve and his golfing buddies. Another round of drunken mollusks, please!
Next adventure: Bunbury Music Festival