So, no offense to my gracious hosts, I decided to go another route.
I realized that a 40 minute drive (each way), coupled with aforementioned shoe removal, coupled with not knowing more than three people total at said party...
Well, we just said fuck it.
Well, and the Mr. isn't feeling well at all.
We went out with Blondie and Mr. Blondie to get our raw fish on at Saji-ya. I freaking love Saji-ya.
And now that they have a roll called the Incredible Hulk? Well, I may never go anywhere else.
Freshest damn fish, gloriously boozy cocktails, generally good service...
It turned out to be a lovely evening all around.
We had a great time. And I got to keep these on during the whole experience. Seriously. No one thought they were covered in shit or anything:
Maybe at the next party I am invited to I will share the tale of the recent day I spent with a pig's head in my front seat: (Don't look if you're timid):
Yup. That's a pig's head. Turns out you can buy them for $7.99 at the asian/latino market.
And yes, you can make head cheese with them. And yes, head cheese has everything to do with head, nothing to do with cheese.
Sorry you asked?