...And I Still Don't Like Seafood

It's a little known fact that I am not a lover or a fan of seafood. I can eat a few things, but not much and sadly enough I only eat shrimp, crab, and clam, but only if they're fried. (Told you - sad.) Which is always the oddest discussion in my family, because when you're family is from the south, you tend to eat fish. I don't. My mom stays thinking I'm adopted. The rest of my family thinks it's wierd. Even my little old, grandmom. I always tell myself that I would try it, but I can't bring myself to it. When I tell people I eat sushi, I mean I really only get California Rolls, which is not even close to what sushi is or could be. I don't like seafood, but I try to like it. So tonight I told myself that I would try some.

So as my VB trip rolls along, everyone decided to go to dinner at this place called Captain George's Seafood Buffet Palace. I've been to this place once and it was against my will. This time went pretty much the same way, given that everyone wants to eat there, but me. I get the usual reassurance that "they have meat there". I am sure I'd have a dollar right now everytime I heard that statement, but I digress.

We all pile up in the mini-van and my sister's car and head to Captain George's. Needless to say when we get there, the parking lot is full because clearly this is a hot spot in the VB. We get our table and head over to the buffet lines. I get my grandmother's stuff first, because you know me, I love her and since she is elderly and all. (yeah I know - I'm a sweetheart.) When she's done, I get my plate, which consisted of: fried shrimp, potatoe salad, rice, bread and that was about it. I didn't see anything else I really wanted. I wanted to try the salmon, which my doctor suggested that I start eating, but the smell got to me and I left it alone. There was just fishy food everywhere. Even a mess of crawdads. For you none hicks they're also known as cray fish. Those fuckin' hicks and their crawdads. I wouldn't even think of eating. I remember seeing them in the gutters when I lived in California all those years ago and yet these muthafuckas got them served with butter and lemon juice. The savages. So right then, I said fuck the seafood and headed back to my table. But never mind me though, it's really the ravenous people who wait on line for the crab sticks. It's hysterical to me to see grown folks and young ones shuck, pull and suck meat out of crab sticks. Basically they scale down to primal nature and grunt and pull at crab parts "just to get to the meaty parts". Yick! Needless to say, about my mom, aunt, michon, and aja came back to the table with a stacked plate. The savages. They're all cave hicks.

So after I ate my fill of nothing and found the prime rib and BBQ ribs, I got what I think is bread pudding, which sucked a big one, but I ate, because my mom payed for my meal and I wanted to be gracious and equally considerate being that she paid for it. After all of this, I still ended up not liking seafood. Oh well. I think I'll be okay.