Are oysters romantic? Up to a point.

For those who love oysters, the idea of an oyster eating contest sounds like heaven. For everyone else, the thought of slurping dozens of slimy little sea creatures would be pretty hellish. Falling into the lover category, I eagerly entered a contest put on by a member of my Ladies Night Out group and learned two important things.

1. I can eat nine dozen oysters. Yes, I managed to get down 108 of the bivalve molluscs, far more than I had anticipated. One never knows what one can do until challenged. 2. There can be too much of a good thing. I normally love oysters and when I order them in a restaurant, I always feel that I could eat a few more. Shoveling in so many so fast I barely had time to taste them, I really didn't enjoy eating them after the first few bites. I hope this doesn't ruin my desire for them forever; I know I won't be ordering any for a long while!
 
Oh, they are supposed to be an aphrodisiac, but I sure wasn't in the mood for anything except an antacid and a nap after that event. And no, I was not the winner. She ate 150 oysters. That's a lot of crustaceans.

Who needs a fork? I'll suck them right out of the shell!

A lot of oysters.

I don't think I can eat any more!