My friends are really cool.

    You probably already know this, seeing as if you're reading this there's a good chance that you're a friend of mine, and you're cool. Or at the very least, you were referred by a friend of mine, no doubt a cool person in his or her own right.

    But I feel I still fail to let my friends know how great they are. Let me tell you how great they are: Tonight, the college campus had its annual Harvest Dinner, an all-you-can-eat spread of lobster, cheesecake, chowder, yams, chicken, apples, cheese, etc. Some kindly offered to have me as a guest on their card, so I got to participate in the lovely ceremony of lobster-eating.

    Those of you who have never seen me eat a lobster can account yourselves lucky. I tend to do so with great gusto, which in turn causes great disgusto among those around me. Not everyone finds the barbaric gnawing of the lobster carcass as charming as I do. This time I even sang my lobster song. Food, friends, and fun-- a fine meal.

    But wait-- there's more. After I take one lobster to go, and get home in the evening, I get a phonecall from the college's resident prankster, a friend of mine. He informs me of an absolutely brilliant prank which he is putting in the works, and I donate my lobster for the good cause. At midnight, he goes to the campus party house and sets up half a dozen lobsters playing beer pong and poker. I'm talking a table with full glasses, and four lobsters with cards in hand...er, claw. Then he calls in a noise complaint so security will arrive.

    I walked by out of curiosity a little after the first security officer had arrived, and by that time three of them were on the scene. When another passer-by asked what was going on, one of them replied that they were writing up an illegal party. Much-needed comedy on the campus, and huzzah to those who create it.

   

    Also, yay for lobsters.