I like everything, or so I thought. What a spread they had that New Year's Eve! Endless platters of sumptious delicacies. Huge peel and eat shrimp thick, slabs of prime rib, slices of ham and turkey, and every side dish known to man sat upon rows of linen covered tables. Champagne flowed from an exquisite ice sculpture, and people were dipping huge strawberries into a flowing river of chocolate fondue. Suddenly, there it was..what I had been looking for..CAVIAR! After 30 years of life, I was going to try CAVIAR! Food of the glamourous people! Imagining myself on a yacht on the french Riveria I placed a small amout of the beady mixture on my cracker and took a bite. There in my long cool black dress and high heels, an evil stirring came from deep inside my stomach, roaring up to the back of my throat. My eyes watered, my face reddened, and with all the dignity and grace I could muster, I threw up, right in front of the ice scuplture. I hate caviar.