Picture this Cautious Lips, Cookie is on her way to see an art show so she can review it for her weekly review in The East Village Eye ( local arts newspaper of the east village) I run into her on 57th street uptown and she invites me to join her. The opening is in a gallery on the 9th floor of a building on W.57th St. We arrive early before anyone so she can see all the work clearly without anybody in the way. We take the elevator to the 9th floor and the door opens right into the gallery. The only person there is the food gwen who has arranged a table in the corner filled to the brim with fresh oysters laid out on a bed of shaved ice. The only thing not in place yet are the lemon and cocktail sauce so the young gwen grabs the elevator as we get off and heads back down to the street to the caterers truck to retrieve them. A quick glance at the bad art and we decide, being hungry and from Baltimore, to sample the free oysters. Having indulged in a funny little ciggerette just before our arrival, we start eatting them like the famished folk we are. Talking and eatting and eatting and talking and suddenly I notice and say to Cookie " Hon, there's no more oysters." We had eatten every last one. We move to the elevator and the door opens and out steps the gwen and in we step. As the door closes we watch the gwen set down the lemon slices and cocktail sauce only to realize what we already know, We had eatten every last one. As the gwen turned to us in horror the door closed and Cooks says to me " Well, those were good Hons, too bad they were too cheap to have enough for everyone." I agreed and out onto w.57th Street we headed, burping oysters as we went.