my friday night DID involve steamed, old bay-y crabs and delicious local beer. AND hush puppies, and this all on the water, to boot. at captain james landing, to be specific. was deliciouso, but both brian and i got CRAB CUTS. in which a person is tearing apart a whole crab with such joy and abandon that said crab’s exoskeleton pierces through the crab juice-softened flesh of your fingers. ah well. no pain, no gain.