The next day the boys went out to Ben’s office to work on some stuff. Jaci and I went downtown to do some stuff. I found a sleep mask at Whole Foods. Here’s a TMI: My cycles are a bit irregular and I read on that Internet doodad that I can try to get them to even out and sync up with the phases of the moon using light. So during the full and gibbous moon, I sleep with a night light and otherwise I wear a sleep mask. I’m not usually into such hokey, new age stuff but I figure it can’t hurt.
Then Jaci and I went to lunch. We went to a place called Busboys and Poets, which I think she said has to do with Langston Hughes, who worked as a busboy. I had a gigantic chicken salad sandwich and she had gazpacho. Then we went to get her a flu shot.
After that we went home to wait for the boys. They finally got back with a cooler full of live crabs in tow. Oh yes. I was not there, but here are some pictures from the shopping:
Here’s what Will had to say about picking up the crabs, “Smelled like fish.”
One of Ben’s business partners came over with his wife. His name was Jesse; I think his wife was named Sarah. Ben’s sister Bethany was there with her boyfriend, Tony? We boiled the crabs in a big metal pot on this sort of outdoor gas set up. Then we ate them. We stupidly didn’t take any pictures of the actual eating. Sadface. It’s kind of a pain to get the meat out of the buggers and there were a lot of them. We spent most of the evening cracking these things in two and pounding on their claws with wooden mallets. The shells are sharp too so you get a bunch of tiny little cuts and then the salty seasoning gets in them. It was quite an experience.
And I was tired. It was pretty hot out there and I had a belly full of crab meat and beer. Mostly beer. We all finally cleaned up our big mess of crab carcasses and then we went straight to bed.