The Elder Ms. Shrimpstein, padding downstairs for a glass of water at 5:30 in the a.m., found this pair asleep on the couch. While Shrimp Fest is prone to lady bums, she's not sure how these of the gentleman variety made their way inside the house, or why they were sitting so far apart. It was later maintained that they were unaware of each other's presence, an assertion that the Elder Ms. cannot quite bring herself to believe.
