Don't feed shrimp to drunk people.
Many years ago, I lived in this small two bedroom house that happened to be situated in front of a modest city park. At the time, i was living with this guy and we were both slobby, poor college kids. The summer, we decided to have this big bbq/party. Set a volleyball net up in the park, cleared a lot of the furniture out, tore Scott's band equipment and cleaned the basement. (Chelsea, you may have been here. Joey was there and it was when i was hanging out with Kris Keglovich)
We provided refreshments: Hawaiian chicken, bbq ribs, couple of kegs of beer and.....peel and eat shrimp, a lot of it (how did two poor college students afford all this? it's amazing what you can get for cheap or free when you work in food service, trust me.)
A guy named Spider (it was a time in my life when i knew people like spider), showed up with a tank of medical grade nitrous and set it up in the basement. So now, not only did we have drunk people, we had drunk people giggling and weaving on nitrous.
The night progressed uneventfully and Scott and I, along with a couple brave, faithful souls, began the herculean labour of cleaning it up the next morning. Remember that peel and eat shrimp?
we were finding shrimp shells two months later.
The point of this story is that sometimes people try too hard to make a good impression, or go that extra step to make things "just right," and that sometimes this extra effort actually causes more work and is a bigger pain in the ass than if the person had just kept it simple.
The shrimp was nice, but it wasn't necessary for the party to be a success. And in the long run, it was a true inconvenience. Ask yourself how many times you've found yourself going "that extra step" to make things better and it only ends up making things more complicated.
Hmm, there's some tao in here somewhere.
We provided refreshments: Hawaiian chicken, bbq ribs, couple of kegs of beer and.....peel and eat shrimp, a lot of it (how did two poor college students afford all this? it's amazing what you can get for cheap or free when you work in food service, trust me.)
A guy named Spider (it was a time in my life when i knew people like spider), showed up with a tank of medical grade nitrous and set it up in the basement. So now, not only did we have drunk people, we had drunk people giggling and weaving on nitrous.
The night progressed uneventfully and Scott and I, along with a couple brave, faithful souls, began the herculean labour of cleaning it up the next morning. Remember that peel and eat shrimp?
we were finding shrimp shells two months later.
The point of this story is that sometimes people try too hard to make a good impression, or go that extra step to make things "just right," and that sometimes this extra effort actually causes more work and is a bigger pain in the ass than if the person had just kept it simple.
The shrimp was nice, but it wasn't necessary for the party to be a success. And in the long run, it was a true inconvenience. Ask yourself how many times you've found yourself going "that extra step" to make things better and it only ends up making things more complicated.
Hmm, there's some tao in here somewhere.