Sick of oysters?

I had a pretty slow day at work and just wanted to get home and relax, but my best friend insisted on taking me out to eat somewhere. We ended up at the Fish Market, which happens to be my favorite seafood restaurant in Phoenix. It is also the only restaurant I know of near our work. The place was packed already at 6 pm and we ended up sitting next to two sweet elderly couples that appeared to be on a double date. I guess my seafood appetite wasn’t really at its normal voracious level so I decided to keep it light with a rainbow roll and a side of baked mussels. Of course my best friend the oyster fiend decides that all she wants are more of those tasty little raw creatures and orders 18! And remember, she had 36 just a few days ago!

I honestly think I’m sick of oysters at the moment from seeing her wolf down so many recently. Well, Angie starts on her first half dozen and makes a comment that she doesn’t think they’re fresh enough. She even has me smell one and I tell her it just smells like ocean water to me. She continues eating. After a few more, she’s still telling me that she thinks the oysters are bad, but she still finishes every single one. We left after that and I give her a ride back to her car which is still at work. Meanwhile, she’s complaining that she thinks she’s going to be sick. Of course, I’m thinking “then why the hell did you eat all of those things?” I just hope that she doesn’t lose her “dinner” in my car. I got her back to work fine and get home safely.

About an hour ago, Angie called to tell me that she had thrown up once on her way home, and then again when she got to her apartment. LOL. I guess we won’t be going out for our beloved oysters for a while.