Funny thing: Every time I eat shrimp, I think back to my senior year in college and Tyler's salt water fish tank. Not only did he have an assortment of tropical fish in that tank, but also a single tiny delicate living shrimp running around. It would move it's little legs so fast it looked like the underwater version of a hummingbird. Unlike the clownfish, who looked sleek and strong, and who could shoot through the water, the little runt of a shellfish looked like he would collapse without the support of the water. I've forgotten his name, but every time I have shrimp tacos, scampi, or paella, I think of that little guy. Is that weird?
At one point tonight, we started talking about the ongoing Texas Renaissance Festival being held just outside Houston. It conjured images of knights and wenches, horses and weapons. I remember going to this thing as a child, and actually having a pretty good time. I wonder though, would it be the same now? Could I ever find myself in costume, brandishing a standard and speaking in Ye Olde English? Probably not. In fact, I've never really liked wearing costumes at all. It's not that I feel silly or embarrassed. Rather, I think it has more to do with a really firm sense of identity. I find it hard to play something I'm not, even if it's just for fun. I'd probably be a terrible actor ;-) At any rate, I think the Tex Ren Fest would be a really good time, I just don't think I'm gonna have time to make it out there...
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