Yesterday was my favorite holiday… the HOG ROAST! It is a huge party that some of Big Daddy’s friends throw every year. It was the 6th or 7th annual hog roast… B couldn’t remember and I know that there was definitely a repeat one in 2007 (I had just started dating B that month but had to walk in my college graduation that day) but I have been in 2008, 2009, 2010, and now 2011. My sister Min and her friend Connie were at the ’08 and ’09 hog roasts. Last year I lost my camera’s memory card the next day so I have no pictures, which is fine because I was sent home early.
This year I am happy to report that did NOT get sent home early, and (mostly) held myself together! Huzzah!
B made all the sides… jicama slaw, roasted veggie cous cous, and this amazing ridiculous mac-n-cheese. I made the OMG crazy brownies Kevin & Amanda just posted. All were a hit. The mac-n-cheese was like… punch a baby in it’s face good. Seriously. I would do that to get to it.
The party was a blast. There were probably 10 dogs there. And lots of flippy cup.
Normal KJ photos…
As per usual, I got fist-happy while drinking. (HAWAIIAN PUNCH, anyone?)
(It was drizzling at this point and I was protecting my hair from becoming wavy. FYI.)
I also entered a few beer bonging challenges. You know, because I am the Caldwell/West Caldwell 2002-2003 Co-Ed Beer Bonging Champion. (Sorry Mom.) (She’s always told me I need to drink beer “like a normal person.” I only sometimes listen.)
This one here, I did NOT win. My opponent, I believe, won some sort of land speed record for funneling. I gave him credit where credit was due.
One of my favorite dogs at the festivities was Gigi, the Boston!
(Yes that’s my Vera. And no, our pugs did not attend. They can’t be trusted. Anywhere, ever.)
The night ended with more fisticuffs.
Some non-photographed highlights? I asked someone to punch me in the titty (my EXACT WORDS) so that I could get rid of my hiccups. I thought it would work. It did not. This was my late-night attempt to tweet to you all that someone punched me in the titty:
I also stole someone’s eye drops. I had brought my allergy eye drops with me. This morning I went to get them and realized it was a different brand, and almost empty. I said something along the lines of “that’s weird…” and B informed me that I grabbed them off the table at the party while announcing that no one was going to steal my eye drops, and that they were MINE, dammit. Awesome.
Minus the above, I got through the party without any regretful moments! 2011 Hog Roast = SUCCESS!
And no, I didn’t go to the race this year. We both worked. But we have the day off tomorrow!
Anyone else have fun parties like this to look forward to every year?