Crab Racing
I suppose I should explain the new flickr set HERE. I made it pubic for everyone to see. I don’t mind who see’s them. I don’t think they’re offensive and I’m not going to make them private.
Last night, (Wednesday) I went to a pub with Nate called Friend In Hand. On Wednesdays it transforms to a big competition night.
balloon blowing up contest - Blow up a balloon til it pops. I came in second in the mens heat and won a beer. Nate came in first for the guys then lost to the girl in the finals. She was given a 7 second head start.
crab races - You buy a hermit crab for a buck and name it. I bought 2 and named them Clyde 2 (after my fish that died a few days ago) and Shocking (the name of the horse that won the Melbourne Cup two days ago; the huge horse race here). 25 crabs are placed in the middle of a circular table and the first 6 to reach the edge of the table move on to the finals. They also qualify to participate in the “salty balls” competition. Clyde 2 came in second in the first heat after Nate.
“salty balls” eating contest - You know the song that Chef sings in South Park (click here to see it)? It’s crude, I know. Sorry. Anyway, they start playing the song first. Then, they put chocolate doughnuts with chocolate syrup in front of you and you put your hands behind your head and are about ready to eat them without hands when they dump a ton of salt on the doughnuts. Tons. Artery clogging amounts. I came in 3rd on this one. We had to lick the plate clean. Gross.
hula-hoop contest - Hula-hooping on a table. I should have won this one. I sustained the hula the longest, but it’s whoever gets the most cheers wins, and I only had 1 friend there so I lost. Sucks. The guy that actually won felt bad and came to offer me his shirt he won, but I didn’t want to accept a tainted victory.
6-pack for a 6-pack contest - Just a stripping contest pretty much. No one volunteered so he started calling out names from the crab races. My name was called. I did the “shy guy” routine and was happy realize that I had my stripey underwear on for more of a show. I tied for the most cheers with another guy so we had a strip-off. I just mocked him. It was a close competition but, yours truly came out with the victory (you can see my enthusiasm grew in the pictures). The prize for all the competitions was a Friend In Hand shirt. The shirt says, “I’d rather have lobsters on my piano than crabs on my organ.” I considered wearing it to school today.
I forgot to mention that nearly the entire time they’re spraying you with water from a garden hose. That was my night! It would have been fun if I could have had my good dood friends around. But I think you can tell that I still had some fun.
