Lobster...Delicious or Wrong?

I went to this random lobster dinner thing tonight with my family in Trochu. It really was quite a strange event. There we were, in a hall with roughly 400 strangers and we were all wearing plastic lobster bibs and squirting lobster juice on our faces and clothes, and consequently splashing others with said lobster juice. Sucking, squirting, cracking, squishing...not really what you want to be eating in a room full of strangers. I'm sure that in one of those "dating books" or "guides to great etiquette" they would advise against eating lobster. It makes everyone who partakes look savage, me possibly being the most savage of all.
It was a bit disconcerting when the lady placed an entire lobster on my plate. My imagination began conjuring up images of this creature from the sea moving and scampering off my plate. I think this comes from being raised in a society of detachment. We eat nothing that actually looks like it does when it's alive. Could you imagine eating a burger that looks like a cow? Its little legs and little ears coming out of your bun...there was just something that felt wrong about tearing apart a lobster and sucking out stuff from its legs and body. Maybe that's the hippy in me. I blame my mother (although, she happily devoured the lobster that sat before her). At the end of the day, I ate it, and I do have to say I enjoyed it, but it still seemed a bit weird altogether.
There seemed to be a bit of a maritime theme for the evening, and they had a fantastic band from out east come and play. I just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that people were two stepping to this music. Is that how you dance to maritime folk? Two stepping? I always thought that it just consisted of a lot of arm pumping, and knee bending, but apparently I was wrong.
Anyway, there is something really freeing about people getting up and dancing, even though most of them have to be inebriated in order to do so. After much pleading I convinced David to jig to the back of the room with me. I don't think he really likes dancing at all. Perhaps it embarrasses him. Considering all the moves that people were pulling out tonight, I don't think he could have done much to embarrass himself. Before I knew it, a dance circle had formed, and for no reason at all I found myself in the middle of it being cheered on by intoxicated middle aged women and David. I don't think he really knew what happened, but I proceeded to push him into the middle of this circle where a young lady decided to join him and she jumped and jigged around him, while he awkwardly pumped his arms and stomped his feet. He made an attempt to escape, but this girl wouldn't let him leave! It was one of the funniest things I'd seen in awhile. He was in there until the end of the song with that girl and the circle had closed in tight, so there was no getting away! It was clearly awesome! The one guy that didn't want to be dancing in the first place was now in the middle of a dance circle with a strange girl that he can't escape from. How beautiful.