What woke me up was a reaction to someone cooking my conversation companion, if I recall correctly. It's a bit fuzzy now, a few hours later. He was probably tasty, especially with some melted butter, but I don't think I was prepared to eat someone I'd just been chatting with. No idea where this came from; I hadn't even particularly been thinking about shellfish lately.
Probably going to walk down to Collegetown for some lunch and to grab the paper tablecloths from Lisa for tonight's CAAIA German Beer Dinner at Ithaca Beer. We're having German food catered by
