Oysters and (first) crayons, that’s just how Team Llama rolls on Friday nights.

No one recalls the first instance, but at some point, Des picked a lemon off a restaurant table and ate it (well, chewed on it for an extended duration). Not one sign of distress or bitterness. Since then, he has had a number of lemon wedges over the months. Tonight began like most lemon encounters- first lemon, chewed it until only the rind remained. Second lemon, conquered with nary a wince. The third lemon, well, finally…

It was the memory of a goldfish- chomp chomp, bitter face, three-count, repeat. Over and over…