After exams and before the party, I went to dinner with friends to a really nice seafood place. At some point, they brought some live shrimps in a bowl and deposited it on the table. Then they poured alcohol all over them, and closed the lid. The shrimps started to jump up and down all over the place. We were all looking very white and we thought that they were killing the poor creatures with a great deal of cruelty in front of our eyes. They were actually cooking drunken shrimps and the "poor creatures" were just getting pissed. Poor they were though since they returned to the table in a steamed format soon afterwards. I couldn't really bring myself to eat them...kind of lost most of its appeal...