The Year of the Pig

A great day for a pig roast! The Hargrove and Fahey parents threw a surprise pig roast for Jesse and Ciara, as they will be married this August. Since they are getting married way up in Montauck in Long Island, and since a lot of us cannot make it, they thought it would be nice to have everyone over, locally, for a pig roast. It was a good chance to drink some good soda and beer, indulge in fantastic app's (Sarah), and catch up with Jesse and Ciara, who we haven't seen for a while. Amanda and I got there at 2 (when the invitation said to get there!), but no one else came until like 4, so we hung around and enjoyed both each other's company, as well as the smell of the slow roasting pig--it was near torture to have to wait until almost 7 to eat it.

The pig--a 110 pounder--was cooked by two enormous black men, both laconic in their nature. If they weren't cooking a delicious pig, I would probably think they were there to kill me if I misbehaved. One of the men's necklaces weighed more than Amanda. In fact, he did yell at Jesse's little 16 year old punk cousin who was . . .um . . .violating the pig. "People gotsta eat that, man," he said in an authoritative voice. I think the punk kid soiled his hindparts shortly thereafter. But a delicious meal of pig, smoked chicken breast, baked beans, salad, and crescent rolls. And we got to see our good old friend Mike Martin, who is home on leave from Seattle; we got to toss the frisbee around a bit, which is always a good time. Great to see the Hargroves, who we miss, and we hope to see them more.