25 in 25….

7. Successfully eat a lobster

Done and done. Last night we went to Atlantic Fish so I could officially conquer my fear of viewing my dinner strolling around in a tank before I consumed it. Why I was so anxious about eating something you crack open with hilarious little instruments and dunk in a cup of butter remains unclear, but I am happy to report that cocktails helped with my nerves and the whole endeavor was rawther exciting and delicious.

(I did not eat the head. I don’t think you should ever eat anyone’s head. And really, if you don’t have your principles, what do you have in this world?)

Meanwhile, we are gaining on my 26th birthday. I have some ish to do.